Detective Marcus Steele, forty and battle-worn, slipped into the hidden alley behind the precinct, uniform still clinging to his frame. The day's chaos had left him throbbing with need. A sharp voice cut through the dark. 'Hiding from the law or just from yourself, officer?' Lila Voss stepped forward, tall and unapologetic, her leather jacket open over a fitted top. She was a bounty hunter who answered to no one. Marcus met her gaze. 'Depends who's asking. You look like trouble that bites back.' Lila laughed, low and wicked. 'Smart man. Most cops fumble their words when their cock gets hard this fast. I can see the outline from here.' She closed the distance, pressing him lightly against the brick. 'Tell me, Steele, are you horny enough to risk it in public, or will you run back to your badge?' Marcus grinned, pulse racing. 'Run? Not when a woman like you offers to handle the evidence. What do you want, Voss?' She grabbed his ass firmly. 'Your hard cock, right now. But I set the pace.' Lila dropped to her knees for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue working him until he was dripping. 'Tastes like you've been saving this all day,' she murmured between strokes. Marcus panted, 'Your pussy's probably wet and dripping already. Prove it.' She rose, strong hands shoving his pants lower, then guided him against the wall. 'Fuck my pussy hard, but don't think you're in charge.' He thrust deep, her legs locking around him as she controlled every roll of her hips. Sweat beaded on their skin while they panted in rhythm. 'Your ass feels perfect gripping me,' he groaned. Lila bit his lip. 'Deeper. Make me come first.' Their bodies slammed together until Marcus came hard, spilling cum inside her as she shuddered through her own release, both slick and spent in the shadows.
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