I’ve been going there for years. Lots of cops, corrections officers and ex-cops go there. I’m a regular. No one gives me a second look. I stand si... feet two inches tall, with light brown skin, long curly black hair and pale green eyes. I’m a third-generation police officer. My father, Sean Linwood was a Boston police sergeant until he retired about three years ago. A blue-blooded Irish cop like so many in this town. My mother, Susan Hayworth was a city cop too. She was biracial, of. She smiled as she saw Justin begin to enjoy the kiss, even leaning closer to kiss him back. She put a hand on each of their heads as she climbed onto Justin’s cock, Greg’s hand allowing her pussy to take over. As she lifted herself on and off of Justin’s cock, the two men stopped kissing.Silently Greg stood on the couch, positioning himself so his cock was in front of Justin’s face. He smiled at Justin, placing a hand on his jaw and guiding his mouth to the waiting cock in front of him. Greg. I stabbed her tunnel repeatedly in quick successions with my cock at alarming speed and force. This made her moan more fiercely in a mixture of pleasure and pain. My thrusts were so brutal that with every upward fuck, my cock went fully inside her up to the hilt and I could feel my testicles hitting below her pussy somewhere near her anus or thighs. She grabbed my mouth and began kissing me madly. I could feel the hard punches on my chest made with her breasts.“Jai, my lover, fuck me again and. “Please, don’t” was all I could manage. She smiled and moaned, “That’s right, beg.” I could feel her breathing increase as she pressed against me. She started to grind into me, pressing her against my hip bone, thrusting against it. The more I begged, the more desperate I grew, the hotter she got, squirming and humping against me. The feather started doing its work, barely brushing against me, barely touching, sending every nerve ending into a state of electric arousal. My cock, aching,.