Back to Casandra: Eric was hiding something

The sounds of Casandra’s moans and screams of pleasure echo throughout the parking lot. Outside of that, the sounds of their breath and Eric thrusting inside of her drown out everything else around them.

Casandra is sweating, on the verge of climax as she stares up at her boyfriend. The feeling of his cock inside of her as it moved in and out, scraping against her moist walls has her going crazy. She loves this, but would love it better if she could feel his chest too.

So, as Eric is distracted, seemingly close to busting, Casandra grabs the hem of his shirt, quickly pulling it up and revealing his budgy torso.

Casandra’s expression morphs from an aroused smile to that of confusion. All over his chest and stomach is pink lip stick in the shape of kisses. They seem to trail all the way down his pelvis, insinuating something Casandra can’t even describe how much she hated.

“Babe? Who’s are… those…” Casandra said in between moans.

“What do you mean, babe?” Eric said, refusing to look her in the eye as he continued to fuck her.

Casandra is in disbelief. She never would have guessed that her boyfriend would have done something like this. “Is this all just a prank? No way he actually cheated on me, right?” She thought to herself.

“Are you… cheating on me?” Casandra said, more heated and fireball this time.

“Shut the fuck up and let me finish!” Eric said, grabbing Casandra’s hands and planting them down, restraining her. Casandra looks to her sides and sees her hands constrained. She looks back up with a firey glow in her eyes. Her brows furrow and her teeth clench as she stares up at Eric.

“Is that what I am to you… Just some hot bucket you can dump into? ¡Hija de puta, and go fuck someone else!” Casandra yelled, trying her best to **** Eric off of her.

But Eric doesn’t let go, he keeps going, and keeps Casandra down against the car hood. Casandra doesn’t know what else to do in the situation, but she knows whatever happens next, she’ll make sure to make him pay.

“Freeze!” Someone yells, their voice echoing through the parking lot.

Casandra and Eric stop and look to Casandra’s left. She sees a small, fat man holding what looks like a flashlight and a gun, pointed straight at them. Casandra is consumed with all sorts of emotions; anger, fear, and a ting of horniess with a cock inside of her.

“Sir, step away from the woman and place your hands behind your back!” The policeman said, walking up to the both of them slowly, gun still drawn at him.

Eric does almost the complete opposite of what he said. Instead, he quickly leaps away from Casandra and books it away toward the fence. The policeman rushes after him the best he can, but Eric manages to hop over the fence, with his pants still at his ankles by the way, leaving Casandra in an awkward situation.

“At least he’s off of me,” Casandra thought to herself, but now she’s frustrated in more ways than one. She’s so close to orgasm, but now a cop is staring at her.

“We have a runner going down Main Street, over! We still have and 800.03 on sight, see you at the station,” The cop said to his radio before hanging up and walking over to Casandra.

“Alright Ma’am, your little fun is up. I’ll need to take you to the station so we can decide what to do with you,” He said, looking Casandra up and down, but not in a creepy way, more in an analysis way.

Casandra is still not into it though, and the thought of going to a police station is not something she wants to do.

“I’m sorry officer, but my clothes are just inside! I can wait to put them on and we can forget this ever happened, hehe…” Casandra said as she slowly got off the car and onto the ground.

“Woah, stop there!” The cop said. He somehow rushes over to Casandra quickly enough to pin her to the side of her car front first. Her breasts squish against the hard, cold steel in a way that is very uncomfortable.

“Hey! Let me go!” She yelled, struggling to break free.

“Sorry, not gonna have another runner!” He said. He swiftly grab’s Casandra’s wrists and handcuffs her hands behind her back. Casandra looks shocked as she feels the cold steel around her wrists.

“Now let’s cooperate and head to the station. Let tonight not be any worse for me than it has been,” He said, forcing Casandra to walk forward as he grabs her arm and locks his arm around it.

“Please! I swear I’m no streaker! I’m innocent I tell you!” She said, pleading for the officer to let her go, but it seems he’s unwilling to make a deal with her. Now, she’s **** to walk down the street completely naked with a cop having full access to her nude body, unable to cover herself. She gets flustered as she hopes no one decided to take a night time stroll.