He talked to the dickhead cop back behind me.“Any ID? Did he give you his name,” the detective asked.The cop told him I gave some story about my I...D being in my laptop bag, but they didn’t find it, only some clothes and my electronics. Dickhead theorized that I had stolen the laptop bag, and my clothes were those I used when taking it. Thieves don’t carry ID on them on the off chance they might drop it at the scene of a crime. More cops had arrived at some point.A lieutenant walked over and. I kept moving my hand slowly up and down the shaft."Do you like having such a big cock in your hand?" he whispered again. But this time he started brushing his lips against my ear.I was breathing hard already. "Yes, sir. I have only ever held my own cock. Yours is so much bigger." Keep rubbing it." He started kissing my neck while his hand moved around to the back of my neck. I tried to keep rubbing his cock the best I could, but a combination of the size and his lips on my neck made it. Vo boli kaise kar rahe the dubaara karke dikhao . muje ekdum jhtka laga maine kaha ki kyu tume kya karna hai vo boli jo tum karna chah rahe the . mai khus hua aur jaldi se uske upar chad gya aur vo seham gai bole itni jadi me ho kya . maine kaha ki ha plz ab mat rokna .Maine uski t shirt uteri aur such karna chalu kiya vo aaaaahh karne lagi aur mera sir pakad liya aur baalo me ungliya dal di. Maine kuch der uska boobs phir uske lips chuse aur phir lower utar diya aur jaise hi Choot p haath. My hands were all over her tits, which were soft and sweaty. Mom moaned and bucked her hips into my face every time I pinched her nipples.My tongue snaked its way down mom’s love hole- my birth canal and began pleasuring her immensely. Mom’s hands were all over my head, rubbing and pulling my hair for support. “Ooohhh yes, suck my beta. Suck your mom’s pussy. Aaahh mom moaned.I rubbed my nose against her clit and occasionally flicked it with my tongue or suckled on it. mom responded to my moves.