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She shuddered. "Ohhhhh my God." It looked big, but it felt bigger. She was wetter than an aquarium plant and he still stretched her to the max. She jerked and went rigid as he pulled her down onto him. Deeper and deeper. She threw her head back. Her red painted toes flexed. Her knees locked. Her ass cheeks clenched. Her spine stiffened. When he stopped going deeper and withdrew to start a stroke, she watched the bulge of his dick rise from her pubis through her stomach.

"Fuuuuuuhhhhck," she croaked.

And then he began to pump. A cup-shaped swivel of the hips and his arms went lax, so her weight dropped her deeper on insertion. He pumped deeply and slowly at first, acclimating her to it, aiming his dick left, then right to attack every nerve. He didn't need to. Every cell in her body felt him. But when his head shot to the right, it popped her g-spot good. She bit her lip and resisted the urge to cum again. She didn't want to dry out. She wanted this to last.

He put her back against the door and switched angles, thrusting almost straight forward now, going faster and harder. She heard a loud thud, felt the door rattling beneath her, and saw his ball sack smashing into the mahogany at the end of every thrust. Dun dun dun.

Oh my God, he was a killer. No wonder he went for her. She could take it. Some twinky cheerleader jailbait bitch would tear like tissue paper. He needed a fire-breathing MILF, a woman from around the block, a cougar hungry for the ripest stuff. Dun dun dun.

Their breath swirled in the air between them. His gaze was steely and he didn't make a sound. But Veronica was falling apart. Each stroke sent the ball up the tower and rang her bell. Her pipsqueak outbursts turned into guttural shrieks. If Richard wasn't passed out, he was surely awake now.

"Uuuuuughh!" she grunted. "Fuck me fuck me fuck fuck fuck fu–u–uck! Don't stop, daddy. Don't. Fuck it. Yeah. Fuck me with that big fucking dick you fucking cop pig." Thompson laughed at that one.

"Gimme," she moaned. "Uh uh uh uh uh uh." Sharp intake of breath. "OH MY Guh-"

Her body seized up like she'd been tasered but she snapped out of it fast and rode his dick like a cowboy. Humping him hard, her feet locked behind his thighs for leverage, she ground her beat-up pussy into his tree trunk with her eyes closed and a vein standing out on her forehead.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Stopped up, plugged with his cock, she could feel the juices filling her up from inside. But she didn't stop humping. Her skin was hot to the touch. Her muscles burned. Her heart felt ready to pop. Finally fried, she strained on his cock and fell limp--deflating like a balloon--and rested her head on his boulder-like shoulder.

He rubbed her back and petted her head while she made cooing noises. But he wasn't about to stop now. He wanted more. He slid her off his dick and a torrent of sticky water splattered on the hardwood. When Thompson tried to set her down, she lacked the strength to stand, slipped in her own juices, and crumbled to the floor in a heap. Her eyes were unfocused and she seemed removed from the present.

He fingered her hard, whipping his digits inside her like a blender, pressing firmly against the front wall of her aching gash. She flinched and then her eyes flew open and she groped for his hand to stop another explosion. It was too late. The force of it shocked her to life and lifted her pelvis off the floor.

"Ow, God!" She wiggled and bucked and crawled for the door.

He scooped her up and planted her, kicked her feet apart and placed her hands on the door. Somewhere deep inside her mind, Veronica saw the flashing red and blue lights of his patrol car, felt the humid rush of wind whenever a car drove by, and felt his massive hands feeling her up.

How far she had come in just one night. He couldn't resist her. And maybe she was his prey. But unlike the unlucky antelope, she got to feast too.

His penis was dripping with her squirt. He slid inside to the hilt and fucked her into a coma. The first thrust sent her head into the door, but she built back up on her hands and locked her elbows to stay in place.

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