"Why is that?" Agent 1 asked."I don't know, they didn't tell me," the guy said. "I can only tell you that my superiors wanted to keep it a secret for ...ou all, so you would treat this girl like you would treat all of your suspects. They wanted to be sure of certain things before they would let you see that file." Hmm," Agent 1 let out and looked somewhat annoyed with this. "And ... do they still want me to interrogate this girl?" Yes, Sir! Just treat here like any other girl and try to find out. The long but not forgotten build up of pent up stress tightened as he stroked harder and faster. He felt his head hard and forced to its limit with every passing stroke. He was at his limit as well and clicked once to a picture of her breathlessly on her back next to her pillow with the words written “ My 1 true Fan” written on it with a darkened stain towards the bottom of it. He leaned back and closed his eyes re-writing the image with him lying next to her as she laid next to him with her. My bare cock feels wonderful inside of her, heat and pleasure running through my body. My cock is getting larger and harder than it is when I begin as I fuck her, viciously, slamming myself deeper, more aggressively as she keeps begging me, then it starts sounding like she is begging me to fuck her harder instead of stopping. I'm slamming her harder and harder as her pussy pulses and twitches and clenches me like a vise as she screams, her senses fill with pleasure and sound as an orgasm rips. She shivered. With the heel of my palm applying pressure to her opening, I fingered her button through the lace covering, over and over, while slapping her bruised buttocks; until she cried out in release, repeatedly shoving her mound into the ridge of the back of the couch in a humping motion. Now it was my turn. Standing behind her, I undid my trousers, letting then fall to the floor along with my underwear. My erect penis, now at its full eight inches and thicker than I can ever recall,.