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Private Dick

... shuddered as he stretched her, filling her like no other before as he revelled in her tightness. He thought he could feel her pulse through the walls of her vagina as she ground herself into his lap. Her husband had been rich, but it wasn't his money she was interested in. He was undoubtedly handsome, charming, witty and debonair, and that was what had attracted her. There had obviously been a prenup; her in-laws hadn't trusted her and she hadn't really cared for them either. After two years of marriage he'd grown distant from her and wanted his old partying lifestyle back; it was then she'd discovered he was cheating on her, and, as it turned out, with one of the bridesmaids from their wedding. They'd been at it on the wedding day, and almost every day since returning from the honeymoon. Her husband had died in a car wreck; he'd lost control, racing to his lover's aide after finding out she'd been questioned by a detective, the same detective who was now taking alternative payment from his widow. She threw her head back, breathing heavily as her breasts were caressed and her nipples sucked; the chair creaking rhythmically as she bounced on the rigid tool within her. He reached around, grasping her buttocks as she rode him, her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly as she felt warmth spreading upwards from her quivering pussy, through her body, releasing itself in a scream as her climax took hold. He picked her up, his hands cupping her firm arse cheeks as she wrapped ...

... her legs around him, her arms still tight around his neck. Her back to the wall, he thrust himself inside her, she pleaded for him to fuck her harder as her nails dug into his back. Still clinging to his neck, she dropped her legs from his waist and turned towards the window. Bending over, she gripped the sill as he entered her from behind. She wanted to feel every inch of him, and he obliged. He fucked he at an excruciatingly slow pace, she thought it was never going to end until she felt his hair on her anus, then he withdrew and entered her again. He could feel her tightening; preparing herself for another shuddering orgasm as he quickened his pace and felt his own climax building. She cried out as he slammed into her; she felt his semen pumping into her and she raised her head, urging him to fill her. There was a tinkle of breaking glass, the window in front of him cracked and she slumped forwards. Her head was on the window sill, a pool of blood spread slowly as he looked up and spied the woman he'd interrogated the night before, in a building across the street. He saw a puff of smoke from the barrel of the rifle she was holding, the window shattered, then nothing. Having lost her lover and the fortune she'd been promised, she felt there was nothing left to lose. She wanted revenge for what she saw as her lover's murder; the detective who'd found her, and the bitch who'd sent him, were going to pay; and pay dearly. As she dismantled the rifle and packed it away, she felt ...