Sherlock A XXX Parody Episode 3 – Blonde brit Sienna Day takes big cock

Title: “A Study in Seduction: Sienna Day Unleashes Sherlock’s Hounds”

In the bustling metropolis of Victorian London, the great detective Sherlock Holmes found himself in a predicament most unusual. His trusted companion Dr. John Watson, weary from his Afghan campaign, had retired early, leaving Sherlock alone with his restless mind.

Seeking distraction, Sherlock ventured into the foggy streets, his keen eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. Suddenly, one caught his attention – a stunning young woman with cascading golden hair and alluring curves, clad in a daring costume of tight black corset and billowing skirts.

The lady was none other than the vivacious Sienna Day, a rising starlet on the London stage. Her dress, though scandalous by any standard, emphasized her assets perfectly – her pert, rounded breasts jiggling enticingly with each step.

As their eyes met, Sherlock felt an unfamiliar heat stirring within him. This had to be one of Mrs. Hudson’s schemes, he thought, to introduce romance into the straight-laced sleuth’s life. But that did not change the fact that his intellect was intrigued by the lady’s siren call.

He approached her boldly, observing her up and down. “Good evening, Miss Day,” he greeted, voice like silk. “I wonder if you might assist me in a little scientific experiment.”

Sienna batted her long lashes, already well-versed in the ways of men and seduction. “But of course, Mr. Holmes,” she purred, “I am always eager to further one’s education…”

With a sly smile, she guided his hand to her bodice, allowing him to feel the soft swell of her cleavage. Sherlock’s fingers tingled at the intimate touch. This was uncharted territory – and yet his curiosity propelled him onward.

“Come,” he said gruffly, “Let us retire somewhere more private.”

Sienna led him to a shadowed alley, lit only by the dim glow of Street lamps. Sherlock wasted no time, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting the sweetness within. Sienna mewled softly, pressing her body against his. She could feel the hard bulge of his arousal through his trousers.

Emboldened, Sherlock deftly unlaced her corset, freeing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Moonlight caressed the creamy mounds, their rosy peaks puckered with desire. Unable to resist, he lavished them with attention, roughly palming the tender flesh and tugging at her nipples.

“Ohhh Mr. Holmes!” Sienna gasped, head thrown back in ecstasy. His touch was thrilling, igniting sparks of arousal between her thighs. She reached down to free his straining cock, impressed by its generous size. It pulsed in her hand, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with moisture.

Sherlock groaned as she stroked him, his pelvis rocking into her touch. “Enough teasing,” he growled, spinning her around and bending her over a nearby crate. Her skirts were hiked up, her shapely rear presented to him like a feast.

He parted her luscious folds, finding the warm, slick entrance to her aching sex. With a single powerful thrust, he hilted himself inside her, stretching her deliciously around his thickness. Sienna cried out, nails scrabbling for purchase on the weathered wood.

His passion was fierce, each stroke driving him deeper into her willing body. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed obscenely in the night. Sherlock panted hard, sweat beading on his brow. His hands gripped her hips, digging into the fleshy swells as he plundered her most intimate place.

Sienna could only moan and gasp, impaled on his throbbing cock like a butterfly on a pin. She felt possessed, claimed so thoroughly by this brilliant, dominant man. His relentless pace was driving her closer to the edge, the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter.

“Holmes…” she keened breathlessly, “I’m…I’m going to…”

Her body seized up, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending as she came apart in his arms. Sherlock felt her clenching around him, rippling along his cock like a velvet vise. It was enough to send him tumbling over the brink as well.

With a hoarse shout, he spent himself deep inside her clutching heat, pumping thick seed into her hungry womb. They stayed like that for a long moment, locked together in their mutual release.

Finally, Sherlock disengaged and righted his clothing. Sienna, on wobbling legs, did the same, cinching her corset back in place. Sherlock felt a smile tug at his lips – perhaps Mrs. Hudson had a point after all. There were certainly advantages to indulging one’s baser instincts from time to time.

Sienna looked at him demurely from beneath her lashes. “I do hope you’ll call on me again, Mr. Holmes. We surely have more…experiments to conduct, don’t we?”

“Indeed,” he replied, eyes gleaming with renewed interest. “Until then, Miss Day.” And with that, the great Sherlock Holmes strode off into the London evening, a spring in his step and some newfound lust in his heart. The game, it seemed, was only just beginning.