Foursome - Episode 10

Adam tries breaking the ice. Danielle stays cool at first. A hard fuck in the limo melts her reserve. Then the flashing lights hit. The cop is beautiful, uniform crisp, lips painted deep. She cuffs them all, drives them to the small station, and locks them into the holding cell built for four. Inside, metal bunks and cold concrete. Danielle drops to her knees first, takes Adam deep while the officer watches. The cop peels off her belt, her blouse, steps in wearing only the badge on its chain. She grips the bars for balance as the second man fucks her from behind, slow, steady, each thrust rattling the lock. Danielle climbs onto the top bunk, legs spread wide, cunt glistening under the bare bulb. The cop climbs after her, tongue working in tight circles until Danielle’s thighs shake. Adam slides in next, fucking her raw against the thin mattress while the cop kneels beneath, licking his balls with every stroke. Sweat streaks the bars. Moans echo off concrete. The cell smells of sex and metal. They keep going until the night burns away, bodies spent, cuffs forgotten on the floor.