Meanwhile at the police station

The detective in the interrogation room stares down Sarah with befuddlement. Despite being caught red-handed, she still has a broad smile and a devious spark to her eyes. She sizes up her opponent. Mid-forties. A few extra pounds. Married in a loveless marriage. Eager to get home and end this shift. Easy prey for a seasoned hunter like herself.

"So, Miss..." He stammers.

"Anderson. Sarah Anderson."

"Right. I'm Detective Martin-"

Sarah shrugs. "Look, this is just a big misunderstanding."

"Excuse me? We have you for breaking and entering, and public exposure."

"I got nervous, okay? Look my friend was having an allergic reaction, and I knew there was an epi-pen at Occult Offerings, okay?"

Detective Martin raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"You know that's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard in my entire career?"

"It'll still work in a report though."

"What?"

"It'll be fine for your report that you're going to write."

"Why would I do that?"

"'Cause you have better places to be, or better things to do." With a grin, Sarah pulls down on the opening of her tank top to flaunt her massive mounds.

Detective Martin sits with his jaw agape.

"C'mon Detective, piece it together. Soundproof room with the hottest girl you've ever meet ready to give you the fuck of your life."

Sarah then stands up and struts towards Detective Martin, removing her top as she does so. As she nears her prey, he says "How do you know this room is soundproof?"

Now in front of Detective Martin, she puts her hand on his chin and forces him to look into her eyes. "Because this isn't my first rodeo, cowboy."

Her hands dance around his belt buckle, before sending it flying across the room. Next, Sarah pulls down on his pants, unleashing his throbbing erection. As her hand wraps around his shaft, Sarah coos "You can touch me if you want."

Unable to resist his siren, Detective Martin reaches for one of her breasts.

"Mhmm... Squeeze on my tits. Feel how soft they are."

He does so, unable to think of anything else but how much bigger and firmer Sarah's breasts are compared to his wife.

Sarah then leans in to whisper into Martin's ear. "You should feel how wet my pussy is."

Taking the hint, Detective Martin's hand snakes down Sarah's stomach and into her yoga pants. His fingers proceed to enter her soaking wet slit, causing Sarah to shiver as she felt his wedding ring enter her.

"Mhmm... I think you need to fuck me, Detective." She coos.

"If that's what you want."

With a sinful little smile, Sarah bends over and braces her hands on the table. Detective Martin stands up and moves behind Sarah, who looks back at him.

"You want it slut?" He growls.

Biting her lip, Sarah nods. "Yeah... Give me that big dick baby."

That's when Detective Martin yanks her pants down, exposing her eager slit. Next, he slaps her ass with his hand, to which she whimpers.

"That what you want?" Detective Martin growls.

"Yes... Spank me."

Again, Detective Martin's hand slaps her behind, before he grips her hip. As soon as Sarah feels the tip of his throbbing cock meet with her entrance, she smiles. Suddenly, Detective Martin plunges inside of Sarah's craving channel.

"Ohh fuck!" She yelps.

"That's what you want, you whore?" Detective Martin starts pistoning with vigor.

"Fuck yes. Fuck me Detective."

Sarah then reached for her clit, figuring the older man couldn't maintain the table-shaking pace for long. His breath grows heavier and heavier as she frantically rubbed her sensitive nub, hoping to squeeze one orgasm out of her partner. As she continues to take her pounding, Sarah feels her limbs become weak. When she starts to tremble, she cries "Fuck... You're making me fucking cum."

That's when Detective Martin gives one last, hard thrust that pushes Sarah over the edge. Whilst Detective Martin floods Sarah's pussy with his seed, she collapses into the table. Now spent, Detective Martin slumps down onto his chair and then watches Sarah stand up and pull her pants up. Once she puts her top back on, she winks at him.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Detective."

She then leaves the room, getting off for the second time that night.