So we – or at least I – tend to let you set the parameters. I think a lot of guys are like that. We’re willing to explore but we are not willing...to really push boundaries for fear of being pushed out of bed completely.”“Huh,” Liz said, nodding thoughtfully. She had returned to her previous spot. “So, hypothetically, what are some things you’re interested in exploring?”“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m pretty pleased with my sex life.”“You’re banging me,” Liz said. “Of course you’re. ---Last night...Seamus Tarley stumbled to his door. Who the fuck was banging on it at...he looked at the clock...2 AM? He opened it to find..."Bilson?" Hey, Seamus, you're comin' with me." Bilson raised one of his arms above his head, and before Seamus could do anything, the butt of the detective's gun came down on Seamus' head, hard.He woke up strapped to a chair. It was dark. "Ow, fuck!" he spat, his head pounding. Then he smelled it: gasoline. He was dripping with it. "Bilson?"Detective. This was it. Do I follow through and risk it being a trap or do I call it a night and be proud I made it this far?I remembered the picture of the girl. She was petite with long, black hair, pale skin, and small breasts. Exactly my type. The photo had a clean room and she even smiled in the picture. I imagined walking in and seeing her in the same lingerie that the photo featured--thin, black lace that revealed her pink nipples and succulent clit. Fuck it. If it's a trap, oh well., I thought.I. Her pink pussy was dripping with her juices. I grabbed my dick and ran it up her slit. Ella moaned so loudly I nearly lost my load. I could feel more of her juice flow down to my dick.I rubbed my cock on her clit twice more and she moaned with each flick. “Ella, you want this dick, don’t you?” She responded by pushing her plump ass against my shaft. I stuck my dick in her pussy and smacked her ass. “You like that, little whore?” I rocked my hips harder and she moaned louder. “Kai! Oh, fuck.”I.