Detective Tyler shows up

Detective Lana Tyler cursed as she pulled her car up to the lighthouse and hit the brakes.

Stepping out of the car while leaving her headlights on, Lana could see several figures, all of them dressed as members of local gang, lay **** on the ground outside the lighthouse.

“Shit, I just hope they haven’t been shot,” Lana muttered as she closed up on the prone thugs, “or else I’ll have to write a goddamn homicide report.”

Detective Lana Tyler was a young woman of mixed blood, half white and half black, working with the City Police’s Special Gang Unit, which wasn’t exactly the Homicide Squad, but she was still quite young even for someone with the SGU.

Currently dressed in a pair of chinos and a hooded green sweater that left most of her fit abdomen exposed, Lana was a few inches taller than sex feet, and her physique was unusually well-developed but not in any way exaggerated to the point of freakishness, while her breasts were barely contained by a DD-cup bra.

Having pulled her gun before getting out of the car, Lana had stepped up to the young criminals and saw that none of them looked as if they had been shot or stabbed, though one of them had a gun lying right next to him.

“What the fuck is this?” Lana said, scrutinizing the knocked-out youngsters. Just as she was about to holster her gun and call in what she had found to the dispatcher, she heard someone cry out from the top of the lighthouse.

Making sure her gun was cocked and the security was off, Lana smoothly slid through the lighthouse door, and began her careful ascent up the lighthouses spiral staircase.

When she was almost at the top, Lana realized that it was a woman that was screaming, her voice sounding **** and unsteady, while the smell of sex assaulted Lana’s senses.

So it was a **** then, Lana thought to herself, before rushing up the last few steps.

Screaming “Freeze!” at the top of her lungs, Lana aimed her gun at the first thing that she registered, only then realizing that it was a naked woman, apparently of Hispanic heritage, who was busy bouncing up and down on the cock of a muscular blonde man, who had his hands around her slender waist.

Both of them stopped what they were doing and stared at Lana, who had now noticed that the young woman looked as if she had been the recipient of at least one proper bukkake, with thick ropes of cum covering her face, her tits and her flat stomach, while gobs of were dripping from her nipples onto the man’s abdomen.

As for the man, Lana saw, he was without doubt the most well-hung stud that she had ever seen in her life, with a cock that looked as if it should be enough to split most girls in half, and a pair of balls of the same outrageous character.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Lana cried out, lowering her gun somewhat as she stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the two sweaty lovers.