Read Novel Full Chapter 893: Officer Sarah’s Teasing Temptation 2
Chapter 893: Officer Sarah’s Teasing Temptation 2
Sarah pulled her dripping pussy away from my throbbing cock with agonizing slowness, the slick lips clinging to the head one last time before releasing it with a soft, wet pop that echoed in the charged silence of the room.
A thick string of her arousal stretched between us before snapping, splattering across my abs in a warm, sticky line.
My cock bobbed desperately in the air—veins pulsing, pre-cum leaking in steady rivulets down the underside, pooling at the base like a filthy promise. I growled in frustration, hips bucking uselessly against the cuffs, the chain rattling like a taunt.
She didn’t speak at first—just shifted with predatory grace, turning her body in a slow, deliberate spin until she straddled me in reverse cowgirl. Her full, round ass cheeks hovered inches above my groin, still flushed pink from earlier grinding, the faint sheen of sweat and her own juices making them glisten under the dim light.
Through the AI Lens overlay, I could see every obscene detail: the way her puckered asshole winked slightly with anticipation, the trickle of her pussy cream running down her inner thighs, the navy cap still perched on her head like a symbol of her unyielding control.
With a low, throaty chuckle, Sarah reached back with both gloved hands—black leather creaking softly—and parted her cheeks just enough to slot my cock between them.
Then she pressed them together hard—soft, yielding flesh compressing around my cock like a hot, velvety clamp.
The pressure was immediate, intense: her ass cheeks molded perfectly to my girth, squeezing in a rhythmic, milking motion that made my balls tighten and a deep, guttural groan rip from my throat.
"Ohhh fuck... yes, feel that?" she purred, voice husky and dripping with nasty delight. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding the cleft of her ass up and down my entire length—from the sensitive head down to the base where my balls nestled against her skin.
Each glide was slicker than the last, lubricated by the mess of pre-cum and her dripping pussy juices that had already coated me. "My fat ass cheeks hugging your big, throbbing cock... squeezing it tighter than Gabriela’s old, worn-out pussy ever could. Bet she didn’t do this for you—didn’t trap your dick in her dirty crack and milk it like this... making you ache to cum all over my skin."
The sensation was pure torture-ecstasy: her cheeks were so soft yet so firm, compressing around me with every flex of her muscles, the friction building heat that radiated straight to my core.
I could feel the subtle tremble in her thighs as she worked me, her own arousal heightening the nastiness—her pussy lips brushing the base of my cock on every downstroke, leaving fresh smears of her cream that trickled down my balls in warm, sticky paths.
My cock twitched violently between her cheeks, trapped and teased, the head flaring red and angry each time it peeked out from the top of her cleft, only to be swallowed back in on the next slide.
She squeezed harder—deliberately clenching her ass muscles to make the grip even tighter, like a living fleshlight designed to edge me into insanity. "Mmm, listen to that nasty sound," she moaned, hips rolling faster now, the wet squish-squish of skin on slick skin filling the room like obscene music.
"Your pre-cum’s lubing up my crack... making it so slippery... so filthy. You love it, don’t you? Love being trapped between my sweaty ass cheeks while I own every throb of that dick. Gabriela’s pussy might be tight, but my ass? It’s dirtier... nastier... ready to drain you dry without even letting you inside."
Every so often, she paused the grinding—spreading her cheeks wide with her gloved fingers, exposing her tight, pink asshole to the air. The cool rush made me shiver, but then she’d lower just enough to let the swollen head of my cock nudge against the puckered ring.
Half the tip—barely breaching, the rim fluttering greedily around the intrusion before she lifted away with a teasing pop. Her moans grew louder, more broken, her body shuddering as she repeated the filthy tease—dip, clench, pull back—over and over.
"Fuuuck... feel how my asshole’s winking for you?" she gasped, voice cracking with raw need. "Squeezing just the tip... sucking on it like a hungry little mouth. You know... I haven’t washed my ass clean all day. Been sweating in these uniform pants... thinking about your tongue, your cock... It’s probably dirtier than that old bitch Gabriela’s used-up holes. Musky... salty... a little nasty from the day’s grind."
"Bet it tastes like pure filth—sweat and ass and that tangy bite of a woman who’s been aching to be rimmed all shift. Do you want to taste it, Jack? Want to bury your face in my unwashed crack and lick every dirty inch while I keep squeezing your cock between my cheeks until you’re begging to cum?"
The words poured from her like venom-laced honey, each nasty syllable making my balls draw up tighter, the itch deep in my core turning into a burning ache.
She clenched her cheeks even harder now—muscles flexing in waves, massaging my cock from base to tip in a relentless, filthy rhythm that had me groaning nonstop, hips straining against the restraints.
Pre-cum poured from me in thick ropes, coating her cleft until it was a slippery, gleaming mess—dripping down her ass crack, over my balls, soaking the sheets beneath us in our combined filth.
But she wasn’t done. With a wicked gasp, Sarah lifted her ass higher—cheeks still spread wide by her gloves—and hovered it directly over my face. The scent hit me first: raw, unfiltered, intoxicating—earthy musk from a day of sweat, the sharp tang of her asshole mixed with the sweeter drip of her pussy juices running down. It was nasty, primal, overwhelming, filling my lungs with every breath.
Then she lowered—slow, teasing—until her spread cheeks smothered my lips completely. Her asshole pressed flat against my mouth, the puckered ring twitching as she ground down.
"Taste it now," she demanded, voice wrecked and commanding. "Lick my dirty ass... suck on that nasty hole while I imagine you fucking Gabriela. Show me how bad you want it—tongue deep, making me moan... but your cock? It stays trapped, aching, leaking... no relief until I’ve cum all over your face from how filthy you make me feel."
I plunged my tongue in instinctively—probing the tight, musky ring, tasting the salty bitterness of her unwashed skin, the faint sharpness of sweat and need. She screamed softly—hips bucking, ass cheeks clenching around my face as she rode my mouth harder, her gloves digging into her own flesh to keep herself spread wide open.
"Yes... fuck yes... eat my nasty ass... deeper... taste how much dirtier I am than her... I’m going to make you pay for every drop you spilled in that old cunt by drowning you in mine..."