"You're a fucking sissy whore, aren't you?" he asked as he gripped the top of my head, using his other hand to slap his now 8-inch dick on either side...of my painted face. "Open bitch," he growled, and then proceeded to slide himself in balls deep.My gag reflex kicked in, but I tried fighting it back. He seemed to enjoy the sounds I made, though - and I could definitely feel him getting harder whenever my throat spasmed. He would sink his cock all the way in, and then let it sit, giving me time. I mean, we hadn't really planned anything. I just got bored at home and thought we might spend some time on the project. Anyhow, I should have phoned before I came over, but I was just out driving around and thought I'd take a chance. Will you ask him to give me a call when they get back home?" Of course, but since you're already here and apparently have nothing to do, would you care to join me for lunch? I was just about to nuke some prime leftovers, and there's more than enough for the two of. Although Vince McClintock, his partner, tried to win his friendship, Hudson’s suddenly cold demeanor did not allow it. They were both assigned to the same type of missions, usually finding drug dealers and prostitutes or their pimps. They were assigned to the roughest, most crime-filled parts of the Bronx. They were in the ghettos, cops who made appearances in bad neighborhoods where low-income families lived together like sardines in a can. Their presence was not uncommon and with the problem. Beebee's eyes were bulging and his erection got even harder from seeing this young girl naked. "Bend over," a freckled boy said to Vikki as he pushed his shorts down behind her to reveal a thin, hairless five inch hard-on. Vikki bent forward and held on to the wire mesh of the fence for support as the boy mounted her from behind. "Look, Alfie is doing his sister," somebody said. Alfie had hardly started pounding her before she squealed in an orgasm and he started to moan, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!.