He eats that Latina ass

“Well, look what we have here…” The old man mumbled, more to himself than to her as he spotted something shiny that was stuck on the woman’s bunched up pants. Bending down, he picked it up and his grin widened as he quickly recognized what it was. An oval, golden piece of metal, framed in black leather, showing the badge of the Los Angeles police department along with the badge number, glinting in the evening sun. It certainly made sense that the cops would go after the little shit that was living here. “Looks like I misjudged you, darlin’! Here I thought you were a robber, turns out you are a cop after all…”

Nancy swallowed. This wasn’t a situation she had hoped to be recognized in, but maybe her badge would get this creep to back off. Fear of the law could be a strong motivator. “Y… yes I am!” she replied, trying to sound authoritative the best she could in her current position. “Now, just leave me alone and walk away and I promise I won’t hunt you down.”

This elicited a wry smile from the old man. Flipping the leather case open, he found a small ID card, showing the name and rank of his victim here as well as a portrait photo. He lifted it closer for inspection, his eyes struggling a little in the evening sun. The little skank was an absolute stunner. Brunette hair, dark eyes, dainty nose and full blowjob lips. She fixated the camera with an almost comical air of seriousness. He licked his lips, imagining a thick, gooey load plastered all over that gorgeous face.

“Well, Detective… McKenna, here I am a concerned citizen, wondering why one of our good, honorable cops would enter someone’s house like this… seems to me like you lost your way! Maybe a little lesson is in order.”

The words crushed the little hope that had germinated inside Nancy’s mind and she twisted a bit in frustration.

“But God’s honest truth, Nancy, you do have the most beautiful, little asshole I have ever seen. Are you into anal, sweetheart?” Chris asked with a wide grin on his face as he slipped the police badge into the breast pocket of his shirt. The woman flinched as if he had struck her, trying to twist out of his grip. Her sphincter puckered up, clenching in discomfort at the insinuation he was making.

“Don’t you… DARE!” the muffled voice growled from inside the basement, straining in the hopeless attempt to free herself.

Chris watched her struggle for a few seconds, amused by her spirit. She didn’t stand a chance to break free, not with him now holding her, and he really liked that gorgeously tight booty twist this way and that. “Cause I gotta say, you got a peach of an ass here, but that sweet little button here looks like you don’t let anyone near it!”

Nancy screamed with frustration, hardly caring if she got spotted by Stephane at this moment. Full of furious panic just wanting to escape from the claws of this old pervert that she couldn’t even see. ****, she tried to cram one of her arms back through the window, even though she wasn’t sure how that would help, but even that didn’t work as the gap was too narrow. “I… I swear to God, you fucking bastard… If you fucking touch me, I’ll rip you apart!” she threatened, but with how little she could move she didn’t feel like her words had any weight.

Chris grinned. Drawing one hand back, he cracked it down on Nancy’s defenseless buttock. The impact caused the malleable, caramel flesh to ripple appealingly and the woman jerked forward, a frustrated hiss coming from inside the house.

“Now, come on, I thought Latinas are supposed to love it in the ass?!” he mocked her, then spanked her again, “Isn’t that why you came here? To get a big, white cock up your keister?”

Nancy heard herself gasp in disbelief at the crude, racist remark. Her lips moved, but no words came out as her mind raced. She couldn’t believe the situation she was in. This kind of thing didn’t happen to her. She was the one that caught and punished creeps like this man, not end up at their mercy. “Now… now wait-OW!” she gasped, taken by surprise when she received a third, harsh slap. She scowled, humiliated that he drew a response like this from her, but that was forgotten at the very next second when her glutes were once again pulled apart and something soft, moist and warm dragged across her asshole. She barely recognized the high-pitched, girly squeal that from her own lips, her hand quickly covering her mouth. He had just licked her!

Chris savored her reaction. The flinch of her little sphincter against his tongue, the muffled whine from the other side of the window, the tremble that shook her athletic frame as the sensation washed over her. He watched for a moment as her muscle rhythmically clenched up, almost as if it was winking at him, glistening now with his slimy saliva. “You’re a tasty, little thing…” he muttered, then went in for seconds.

Nancy’s breath was going ragged and she was staring wide-eyed into the middle distance in front of herself as this perv was licking her backdoor repeatedly, beginning to eat her ass. Pinned against the wall, held tightly in position by his claw-like grip, she could do nothing but endure the humiliating feeling of the flat of his tongue slowly swipe over her opening. She wiggled her hips, the feeling of violation overwhelming.

He didn’t rush anything, relished the moment as he suddenly and unexpectedly had gotten his hands on this prime piece of ass. He might have been a little rusty, decades past his prime, but he had plenty of experience in making women squirm, draw out moments like this. From the tone of her voice, he knew that this was one of those modern women, who resented the old order. This one wasn’t the good, stay-at-home wife, she didn’t submit to her man like the good women from back in his day. She was feisty and conceited, utterly spoilt like the rest of her useless generation. It was more than time for her to be taught a proper lesson of where her place was and Chris was willing to give it.

Enjoying himself, he felt her frame shiver as he ran the tip of his tongue in circles around the periphery of her asshole, teasing the delicate, dark skin with feathering touches. He could feel her shaky breath, knew she was boiling with rage and humiliation, incredulous that this could happen to her, but after a little while the gentle massage took its effect and the tightly clenched ring of muscle lost a little bit of his tension. Placing his thumbs on the soft, wrinkled skin on either side of her opening, he pried it further apart. Her sphincter tried to fight him and clench, but after a bit of persistence, he managed to distend her asshole into a lewd oval, making it gape ever so slightly to reveal her inner pink. A groan of degradation came from inside the house, causing his cock to twitch with excitement.

“Now, that looks very fuckable!” he mumbled before wasting no more time and diving in, burying his weathered face between the much younger woman’s cheeks.

Once again, Nancy lurched forward in an attempt to escape, mouth and eyes going wide as the old creep’s thick, slimy tongue penetrated her asshole. With her sphincter teased into a state of relative relaxation, she couldn’t stop the very tip of his tongue from entering her ass and once she had failed to do that, he was merciless. A shocked, guttural grunt escaped her lips, muffled by the palm she had clasped over her mouth, as the old man pushed deeper, forcibly stretching her opening wider. Stunned, Nancy snapped her eyes shut. Her hands scrambled uncontrollably for a moment, as she was unable to cope with the new, strange sensation of having her ass eaten. Ultimately, she grabbed a hold of the old, rough frame of the window and squeezed hard, using it as an outlet for all the things she felt.

“You… fucking bastard!” she hissed, her teeth clenched. She tried to twist and turn once again, but still didn’t have more than a few inches of mobility. With her breathing constrained and her struggle prolonged at this point, exhaustion began to become noticeable. She grimaced. “Don’t do that!”

Chris moaned happily as he buried his tongue inside this harlot’s asshole, working his way into virgin territory. His chin pressed against the juicy mound of her pussy and he made sure to grind his seven-day stubble against her sex as he began tongue-fucking her up the ass. He was under no illusion that she would have stopped him if she could, yet on the other hand, she also could not stop her body from responding naturally. As he teased and tortured her, her soft, delicate cunt lips shifted with his ministrations, almost being massaged, and soon he could feel a very telling, warm wetness building. This spicy, little fuckslut was getting turned on!

He could hear her moan in protest from the other side but she couldn’t pull away and was helplessly exposed to his stimulations. Continuing to shove his tongue as deep up her backdoor as he could, he gave her cheeks a couple of little spanks for good measure. They weren’t enough to hurt, but he definitely liked the satisfying slapping noises and the way her glutes rippled with the impact. Reaching between her legs, he had very little trouble locating her clit. With two fingers, he expertly pulled the soft hood back, exposing the sensitive, pink pearl. A powerful shudder ran through the slut’s body when he pressed the calloused pad of his thumb against it, adding another factor to the mix of sensations.

The soft gasp that rang out of the house almost sounded pleasure-filled and he could feel his actions quickly taking effect. Her sphincter briefly clenched down on his tongue, but then the tension began to melt away more and more with every second, allowing him to **** his way deep into her ass.

“Fuck!” Nancy cursed, realizing that her body was betraying her and she couldn’t do much about it. She tried to **** him out, fight that disgusting invasion back, but his work was showing its effects. It was a loosing battle, her ass was being eaten out and she was succumbing. Cringing, she could hear the old man’s lewd, wet smacking as he feasted on her most intimate places. “Fucking… asshole!”

Chris’ grin was smeared with a mixture of his own saliva as well ass Nancy’s sticky pussy juices when he finally pulled back. Running the very tip of his tongue one last time along the shivering edge of her sphincter, he sat back and once more used both hands to pull Nancy’s buttocks apart to admire his handiwork.

The effect was obvious. Formerly tightly clenched and almost seeming impenetrable, a few minutes of targeted stimulations of her most sensitive spots had left Nancy utterly defeated. Her sphincter had been worked over, was still shuddering and clenching as if it wanted to pucker back to its original size, but couldn’t. Instead, her cute anal ring gaped open slightly, revealing the dark hole of Nancy’s ass that almost seemed to beg to be fucked. Gleaming with plenty of his saliva it was the most inviting fuckhole he had ever seen, promising a firm, hot massage of his cock.

Sensing the man’s gaze as well as his thoughts, Nancy bit her lower lip, giving a soft whine. He’d fuck her in the ass! “Please,” she almost whispered, surprising herself by begging. “Not that!”