Amy has a special request

You pull out of Amy’s ass with a wet pop, watching in awe as a thick, creamy river of mixed cum - yours and Captain Holt’s - pours out of her gaping hole and runs down her thighs. She stays bent over the copier, breathing hard, skirt bunched around her waist, looking like a total wreck.

But instead of collapsing, Amy straightens up, turns around, and drops to her knees in front of you. Without hesitation, she grabs your cum-smeared cock and takes it straight into her mouth, sucking you clean with long, filthy strokes of her tongue.

She looks up at you with those big brown eyes while she cleans every trace of ass and cum off your shaft.

When she finally pulls off, she licks her lips and smiles - a dangerous, mischievous smile.

“I have one more surprise for you,” she whispers.

Amy reaches into the small inner pocket of her skirt and pulls out her phone. She opens her messages and shows you a photo she took this morning.

It’s a close-up of her asshole stretched around the hollow plug… right after Holt finished inside her. You can clearly see his name written in black marker on her ass cheek.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you mutter, your cock already twitching again.

“There’s more,” she says, voice low and filthy. She opens her messaging app and shows you the thread with Holt.

Captain Holt: Make sure it stays inside you until at least 6 PM, Detective. I expect a full report on how it felt.

Amy: Yes, Captain. It’s already leaking. I love feeling your cum move inside me while I work.

You stare at the messages in disbelief. Proper, rule-following Amy has been secretly texting dirty messages to Holt all day.

She puts the phone down and stands up, turning around again. This time she spreads her cheeks with both hands, showing you her ruined, cum-dripping asshole.

“I want you to take a video,” she says. “Of you fucking the rest of his cum out of me… and then I’m going to send it to him.”

The request is so out of left field, so completely unlike the Amy you thought you knew, that it short-circuits your brain for a second.

You hit record.

Amy moans like a pornstar as you slide back into her creamy ass and start fucking her again. The wet, nasty sounds are loud in the small copy room. She reaches back and spreads herself wider for the camera.

“Tell him,” you growl, spanking her hard.

“Captain…” she moans directly at the phone, “Jake is fucking your cum out of my ass right now… He just added his own load… I’m such a dirty slut for both of you.”

You fuck her harder, the copier rattling beneath her as you rail her ass. Amy cums again, shaking violently, and you follow right after, pumping even more cum deep inside her.

When you finally pull out, you zoom in on the absolute mess leaking from her destroyed hole.

Amy takes the phone, breathing heavily, and hits send. She attaches the video with the message:

Amy: Full report, Captain. Jake helped me empty it… and then refilled me.

She puts the phone away, turns around, and kisses you deeply, tasting like sex and sin.

“Now help me clean up enough to walk back to my desk,” she whispers against your lips, a playful, filthy glint in her eyes. “Unless… you want me to go back out there dripping this much cum down my legs on purpose.”