Unlike the rest of the building, this floor is devoid of life. From the elevators to the secretary’s desk right outside Bridget’s office he doesn�...�t pass by or see one person. If not for the bustling activity in the lobby he would think the place was deserted.Nevertheless, the detective walks by the desk and straight for the set of double doors separating him from his next arrest. He pushes through with all the authority of the police department and stops short. The sight before him is like. U hear da Man , Bitch.Spitting in her face, Fucking White Garbage.He pushed her off to another thug who grabbed her by the face.Growling, leering he yelled at her.WHITE BITCH. He pinched her face with his hand.He spit on her face and laughed passing her on to another.Karin was passed around, spit on, humiliated.Two thugs held her head while the others drooled in her mouth.Worthless spit whore. They made her swallow the mess.When her face was dripping with spit her head was pushed down on ahard. With a slight guidance from my hand, he slid into my already pulsing pussy. In one thrust he was deep into me, his already forming knot hitting my lips on the outside. We both seemed equally desperate for conclusion and he pressed at me to push his knot into me as I pressed back onto him to the same conclusion. Our shared efforts squeezed the ball of his knot past my stretched out pussy lips, filling me unbelievably with cock and knot. I cried out my pleasure, hearing the cry bounce back to. Your ejaculations are so small that she hardly bothers to clean up afterward. But this young man would ejaculate so copiously that the sperm would well out over the lips of her vulva, completely drenching her pubic hair, before dribbling thickly over her thighs and soaking the clean sheets around her ripe little ass.If those were the thoughts that were going through your mind as you looked at that scrap of paper, with your home address written on it, I suppose it is only natural. But what if.