All I felt was how good it was to be free from the restraints of the padding. The things I did to follow a suspect, especially tearing my leather coat to shreds. “Negative. We both crashed to the floor. The suspect scrabbled for them, and I threw myself on top of him. Your nipples are painfully erect under that bra of yours. A needy sound left my throat as he dragged his tip across my cheek, hot and velvety. I was a woman possessed, moaning like a slut as I sucked my own juices clean off his fingers. He had the briefcase in one hand and a flashlight in the other. I was too close to losing him forever tonight. “No! We both crashed to the floor. It was like a rhino was charging at it. “Your breasts look rather swollen. “Let’s call her Subject 87X. It wasn’t so bad… I didn’t mind it, though. There wasn’t time to rest, though. His hands found my belt, and he undid the buckle. I reveled in how wrong it was to let this asshole suckle on my nipples. “Let’s call her Subject 87X. But maybe this is a silver lining. Maybe I should’ve told my partner what really went down, but I didn’t even know if he would believe me.
