The downtown police station always buzzed with life on a late night .She didn’t have to walk in to figure that out. She knew from experience. A few...older officers glanced her way, and sat back in their chairs, eyeing her. Recognizing her. She had spent a good amount of her childhood and teenage years sitting opposite a detective or an officer’s desk, handcuffed and usually bloody from a fight. She kept walking ignoring the looks. That had been so long ago. She couldn’t even remember the last. Got it she figured out who fucked her last night .i put my one hanr around he stomach and buried my face in her hairs and she closed her eyes .then in poked her pussy out side from pajama with my finger , she buried her face in her hands n i was getting wilder , in moments i was caressing her whole body wildly .i tried to remove her pajama but she held her legs close , so io tore he body clothes , her kurti n pajama in pieces .i tore her bra n panty n i placed her on floor , got over her .as i. Never suspected it had its own power, its own intentions. Seeking out new vacancies in her. She was a little afraid, the way the first man who tried to tame a lion must have felt. What had she gotten into? What had she released? If he wouldn’t take a no, what would he take?She heard a loud moaning, a feverish breathing; it was her own. The rhythmic slap she realized that was his crotch against her thighs. She could hear her own wetness, her own contribution. And the sound was wonderful. Fuck. After few mins, I pushed the door, it was dark, little street light was coming from the window and I could see them sitting and kissing each other she was in her bra and panty and he was wearing pants and no shirt. They kissed for few mins, he moved back and was removing the pants and she removed her pushed up bra and her boobs pooped out it was medium size not so big and not too small either it was a bit of shaggy, I would love to squeeze those. He lifted her legs and removed her panty,she was.