Diabolique Part 2

Nicole remains under the gun, both she and Small Hands linked to her husband’s disappearance by hard evidence. Angela White, the sharp-eyed detective, corners him in his own place. She wears black lace under her coat—Big Tits pushing against the fabric, dark hair loose, eyes full of trouble. She tells him what she has. Phone logs, the money trail. Then she unbuckles his belt. No warrant needed now. She drops to her knees, takes him deep in her mouth while her fingers press his hips back to the wall. When he’s hard enough to ache, she stands, hikes up her skirt and sinks onto him in Cow Girl, tits bouncing heavy with each thrust. He groans her name. She rides harder, slick heat clenching him, daring him to hold out. Later she turns, offers him the tight ring she’s kept from the file. He slides into her ass, one hand gripping those swinging tits, the other clamped over her mouth when she comes loud. He spills inside her, hot and helpless. She straightens her coat, lips still wet, and reminds him confession is the price for her silence. Evidence stays buried—so long as he keeps burying himself in her.