Chasin' Pink - Part 4

Two hookers worked the corner, dressed in short skirts and too-bright makeup. A cop watched from his cruiser until one of them caught his eye and signaled him over. The three of them ended up in a darkened parking lot behind an abandoned strip club. The cop leaned back against his car and watched while the girls dropped to their knees in the gravel, tongues meeting in wet, sloppy kisses as they pushed their underwear aside. Fingers slipped between slick folds, slow at first, then urgent, rubbing in tight circles over swollen clits. One girl’s head tipped back as her cunt clenched around the other’s fingers, hips rocking, breath coming fast. The cop stepped in closer and unzipped, feeding the tip of his cock to whichever mouth turned his way. Saliva dripped down his shaft while the women kept rubbing each other, their folds shiny in the streetlight. One girl’s pussy pulsed and spasmed as she came against her partner’s hand; a moment later the other followed, moaning low as fresh wetness coated her thighs. The cop finished with a grunt, stripes of come landing across their tits and tongues as they licked him clean, kneeling in the dirt, still breathing hard.