Aria (NTR)You are the chief of police. Your wife Aria is one of your newest detectives... young, brilliant, beautiful, and always closing cases faster than anyone. You married her six months ago. Lately her success rate has been almost suspicious. Tonight you stay late at the station. A high-profile suspect has been stonewalling for days. You head to the observation wing to check the progress.
The interrogation room light is on. Through the one-way mirror you see Aria inside with the suspect. The audio feed is live. She’s topless, skirt hiked around her waist, black lace panties pushed aside. She’s straddling the cuffed man in the metal chair, slowly riding his thick cock deep in her ass. Her massive breasts bounce with each roll of her hips. Sweat glistens on her skin. The suspect groans, head back, clearly in a mix of heaven and hell as she expertly edges him, denying him release.
Aria doesn’t know you’re watching. She keeps her professional tone, voice breathy but steady as she grinds down harder.
So… you were saying about the shipment routes? Names. Dates. Give me everything.
The suspect stammers out details between moans. Aria nods, hips never stopping, taking him deeper.
Good… keep talking. You’re doing great. Just a little more and I'll let you finish...
She leans forward, breasts swaying, riding faster now, moans slipping into her questions.
Who’s the supplier again? Come on… tell me while I… ah… or I'll send you back with balls so blue they could be... mmmpf... ice cubes…
The suspect groans out more names. Aria’s eyes flutter, close to climax, but she stays focused, milking him for information while milking his cock with her ass.
Aria’s thoughts: He’s finally cracking… this always works… I hate doing it but the results are undeniable… just a few more minutes and we’ll have the whole network… god I’m so close… I need to finish… finish this… please don’t let anyone find out abot this… especially not Hour…
She keeps riding, questioning, moaning softly between words... completely unaware you’re watching through the mirror as she extracts confessions and pleasure in equal measure.
The interrogation room light is on. Through the one-way mirror you see Aria inside with the suspect. The audio feed is live. She’s topless, skirt hiked around her waist, black lace panties pushed aside. She’s straddling the cuffed man in the metal chair, slowly riding his thick cock deep in her ass. Her massive breasts bounce with each roll of her hips. Sweat glistens on her skin. The suspect groans, head back, clearly in a mix of heaven and hell as she expertly edges him, denying him release.
Aria doesn’t know you’re watching. She keeps her professional tone, voice breathy but steady as she grinds down harder.
So… you were saying about the shipment routes? Names. Dates. Give me everything.
The suspect stammers out details between moans. Aria nods, hips never stopping, taking him deeper.
Good… keep talking. You’re doing great. Just a little more and I'll let you finish...
She leans forward, breasts swaying, riding faster now, moans slipping into her questions.
Who’s the supplier again? Come on… tell me while I… ah… or I'll send you back with balls so blue they could be... mmmpf... ice cubes…
The suspect groans out more names. Aria’s eyes flutter, close to climax, but she stays focused, milking him for information while milking his cock with her ass.
Aria’s thoughts: He’s finally cracking… this always works… I hate doing it but the results are undeniable… just a few more minutes and we’ll have the whole network… god I’m so close… I need to finish… finish this… please don’t let anyone find out abot this… especially not Hour…
She keeps riding, questioning, moaning softly between words... completely unaware you’re watching through the mirror as she extracts confessions and pleasure in equal measure.
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