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I pull out slowly and then pound back into her, almost pushing her to the end of the table. I grab onto her thighs, keeping her in my hold, and grind into her in a slow, agonizing rhythm.

“Oh my god, Brendon! Harder! ”Ahh!” I quicken my pace, and my balls slap against her ass.

“Yes! Fucking punish me, Brendon!” she cries out in pleasure.

“You’re a bad, bad girl,” I grunt between each thrust.

My hand slides down her thighs, landing on her swollen clit, and I rub it in deliberate circles.

“Ah! Brendon,” she seethes as her hands bear down on the table.

I feel my balls tighten, and a surge of electricity courses through my body.

My other hand squeezes her breast and twists the hard bead between my fingers. She arches her back, moaning as my hands work her over, my cock grinding into her cunt. I feel her body still against mine, and I continue my relentless torture.

“I’m about to cum!” she moans.

“Come with me, baby!” I groan as I pound into her harder and faster.

Every muscle fiber in me tenses, and I bust, pouring my cum into her. The force of my eruption rocks her over the edge, and she combusts around me, our orgasms thrashing against each other.

Her pussy squeezes my dick, draining me, and I continue to grind into her, keeping her riding high.

As our breathing steadies, I put her legs down and fall onto her, my head nuzzled between her breasts. Her hands start to play with my hair.

“Let’s play cops and robbers more often,” I laugh.

“Only if I get to fuck the police every time,” she says with a grin.

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