Amy’s POV - Diaz Is In The Right Place, Right Time

Amy had returned to her desk still buzzing, her body aching in the most delicious ways. Cum continued to leak slowly from both her pussy and her ass, turning her panties into a sticky, ruined mess. Every step reminded her of how thoroughly Jake had fucked her.

But the hunger inside her hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown sharper, more reckless.

She lasted another hour before the throbbing between her legs became unbearable again. She needed something new. Something riskier.

That’s when Rosa Diaz walked past her desk carrying a box of files, black leather jacket hugging her shoulders, tight jeans showing off her powerful thighs. Rosa’s usual scowl was in place, but when their eyes met, Amy felt a jolt she couldn’t explain.

Rosa paused, nostrils flaring slightly as she looked Amy up and down.

“You smell like you just got railed in the evidence room,” Rosa said bluntly, voice low enough that only Amy could hear. “And you’re still horny. I can tell.”

Amy’s face burned, but instead of denying it, she felt a fresh rush of wetness. Rosa had always intimidated her. Scared her a little. Turned her on in ways she’d never admitted.

Before she could overthink it, Amy stood up.

“Supply closet. Now,” she whispered.

Rosa’s eyebrow shot up, a dangerous smirk tugging at her lips. She set the box down and followed Amy without another word.

The moment the supply closet door clicked shut, Rosa shoved Amy against the shelves, hard. Files and office supplies rattled around them.

“You’re a filthy little slut today, Santiago,” Rosa growled, grabbing Amy’s chin roughly. “Peralta wasn’t enough for you? You smell of his cum. I got enough whiffs at the Academy to know it was him.”

Amy’s shock was overridden. She shook her head, breathing fast. “No. I need more.”

Rosa didn’t waste time. She spun Amy around, bent her over a low shelf, and yanked her skirt up to her waist. Rosa pulled Amy’s soaked panties down roughly, exposing her dripping, cum-filled holes.

“Fuck,” Rosa muttered, almost impressed. “He really filled you up. Look at this mess.”

Amy moaned as Rosa’s fingers traced through the leaking cum, pushing it back inside her pussy before sliding two thick fingers into her still-tender ass. Rosa finger-fucked her roughly while her other hand reached around to rub Amy’s swollen clit with surprising skill.

“You’re going to cum on my fingers like a **** whore,” Rosa said against her ear, biting down on her neck. “Then I’m going to sit on your face.”

Amy came hard within minutes, biting her own arm to muffle her cries as her holes clenched around Rosa’s fingers. Her legs shook violently.

Rosa pulled her fingers out, spun Amy around, and pushed her down onto her knees. She unzipped her jeans, shoved them down along with her black underwear, and grabbed Amy by the ponytail.

“Eat my pussy,” Rosa ordered, pulling Amy’s face between her thighs.

Amy dove in eagerly, licking and sucking at Rosa’s surprisingly wet cunt like she was starving. Rosa was musky, strong, and intoxicating. Amy moaned into her as Rosa ground against her face, riding her tongue with rough, dominant rolls of her hips.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” Rosa groaned, gripping Amy’s hair tighter. “Deeper. Make me cum on your pretty face.”

Amy obeyed, sucking Rosa’s clit and pushing two fingers into her tight pussy. Rosa came with a low, guttural growl, thighs clamping around Amy’s head as she soaked her face.

When Rosa finally released her, she looked down at Amy with a satisfied, slightly surprised smirk.

“Not bad, Santiago. You’ve been holding out on me.”

Amy wiped her mouth, still panting, her own arousal dripping down her thighs again. She was nowhere near done.

Rosa pulled her jeans back up and zipped them.

“My bike. After shift. You’re coming home with me tonight. I’ve got straps, cuffs, and a whole lot of ideas for that greedy body of yours.”

Amy stood up on shaky legs, skirt still hiked up, face glistening with Rosa’s cum.

She smiled, dazed and hornier than ever.