Debriefing, Part II

Luis and Carrie met at a coffee shop. She told him everything she knew about Diamond and Ebony, whose real names she learned were Mia and Tori. The primary details they had were the same: a hooded male, a crowbar to incapacitate the victim, ligature marks consistent with rope. And the carving on the foot. But the timings were irregular, and the killer worked at night.

Afterwards, they both needed to take their mind off it, and retired to Carrie's mostly vacant condo. Amy was focused more on her and Luis's first child, and he needed to nut.

"Mmm, fuck yeah, puta," he said, sliding the tip of his Mexican cock up and down Carrie's pussy.

"Yeah, that word finally fits, doesn't it," Carrie said with a grin. "C'mon, Papi, fuck me." He took the invite with zeal, burying his length inside her. She was looser than she had been. Some of her johns must be pretty big, he thought, as he settled in, drilling the whore.

Soon enough, his balls were slapping her ass hungrily as she writhed underneath him. His cock was coated in pussy cream. He reached up, his hands around her neck, starting to **** her. Her eyes got wide. This couldn't be ...

No, he just squeezed a little bit, causing her to cum hard on him as he shot his thick cum into her. He withdrew wordlessly, both of them conflicted.