Fingers Deep, Tongue Devouring My Slu**y C*nt

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My hands shook on the steering wheel as I followed his patrol car down a narrow dirt road branching off the highway. The flashing lights cut through the thick trees, turning the night into something primal and dangerous. My p***y was still throbbing, soaked and aching from the way his massive bulge had ground against me like he owned it. Every bump in the road made my swollen c**t rub against the drenched lace of my thong, sending fresh sparks of filthy need shooting up my spine. What the hell was I doing? I’d just caught my boyfriend balls-deep in another woman, and here I was trailing a cop like a desperate w***e chasing her next fix. He pulled into a secluded clearing shielded by dense foliage—completely hidden from the main road. Perfect for whatever he planned to do to me. My car rol

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