She bucked against him, gasping, her breath rushing in and out with force, now. He nursed gently, sucking over and over as she writhed. Her free hand ...lopped all over the place and, eventually, it hit his cock. She gripped it, probably by instinct, and then squeezed hard before jerking her hand away as if it had been burned.He relented, then, and let the nipple loose, leaning back to look at her.“I didn’t know,” she moaned. “I’ve missed so much. I want you to do that again!”“I’m corrupting. "This is police business!" He shouted at the man in the corner, "YOU! I'm not going to tell you again! Drop the knife!"I reached around for my ID, but I had left my fanny-pack in the car."Ease off on the trigger, please Officer Brown," I asked politely. "I can help. Trust me." I tried as hard as I could to keep my voice low, modulated, and friendly. It wasn't easy. I felt like I was about to jump out of my skin.Brown seemed startled to discover that he was squeezing the trigger so hard that the. I put my right arm around her waist and with my left hand I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me as I leaned in and kissed her hard. My quick actions caught her off guard and had the desired effect. She kissed me back almost immediately. Keeping my left hand wrapped in her hair, I let my right slide down to grip her firm ass, eliciting a gasp. I started walking her back until we got to the back door of her car. I pushed her up against the car, still kissing her, our tongues. They wasted no time relieving me of my trench coat and grabbing my ass and arms.The smell of bourbon was masked their cologne, as they kissed my neck and fondled my chest.They had me on my knees and poured bourbon into my mouth.Then they both took turns fucking my face.There was no foreplay, just splash bourbon into my mouth and then cock.If I wasn’t wasted before, I was now.I was drunk but eager for cock, at the same time.Their dicks weren’t as big as RV’s, but I still struggle to breathe from.