Rosa Confronts Amy Alone

10:25 AM

Amy is at her desk, subtly grinding down into Rosa’s chair with a dazed, horny expression when a hand suddenly grips her shoulder hard.

“Supply closet. Now, Santiago.”

Rosa’s voice is low, rough, and terrifyingly calm. She doesn’t wait for a reply, just walks off. Amy’s stomach drops with a rush of panic and shameful arousal. She follows quickly, thighs slick, your cum still coating her ass and pussy from earlier.

The second they’re both inside the supply closet, Rosa locks the door and slams Amy against the wall, pinning her there with one strong arm across her chest.

“You disgusting little whore,” Rosa growls, nose inches from Amy’s face. “I sat down in my chair and felt it immediately. Warm. Sticky. Still wet. You and Peralta turned my fucking desk chair into a cum rag.”

Amy’s breathing is already ragged. Her nipples are painfully hard against her blouse.

“I-I can explain-“ she starts, but Rosa cuts her off by shoving two fingers roughly between Amy’s legs, pushing them straight into her soaked, cum-filled pussy.

“Explain this,” Rosa hisses, pumping her fingers hard. “You’re fucking dripping. You sat in Jake’s load, rubbed your slutty cunt all over it, then left it for me to sit in.”

Amy moans loudly, her knees buckling. Rosa curls her fingers and presses up against Amy’s G-spot, making her whimper.

“I tasted it, Santiago,” Rosa continues, voice dark and mocking. “I rubbed your boyfriend’s cum between my fingers and licked it right there at my desk. And you know what? It made me wet.”

Amy’s eyes roll back as Rosa finger-fucks her faster, the wet squelching sounds loud in the small closet.

“You’re both sick,” Rosa says, leaning in to bite Amy’s neck. “But you… you’re the real pervert here, aren’t you? The perfect little rule-follower secretly turning the entire precinct into your cum playground.”

Amy is shaking, close to the edge already.

Rosa suddenly pulls her fingers out, shiny and dripping, and forces them into Amy’s mouth.

“Suck.”

Amy obeys instantly, sucking and licking your cum off Rosa’s fingers like a **** slut.

Rosa smirks, watching her.

“Good girl. Here’s what’s happening now,” she says, unzipping her own jeans and shoving them down along with her underwear. “You’re going to get on your knees and clean my ass and pussy with your tongue. Every drop of what you left on my chair is still on me. You’re going to eat it all.”

Rosa turns around, braces her hands on a shelf, and pushes her perfect, round ass back into Amy’s face.

Amy drops to her knees without hesitation. She spreads Rosa’s cheeks and drags her tongue straight across her asshole, tasting the salty remnants of your cum mixed with Rosa’s natural flavor. Rosa lets out a low, pleased groan and reaches back to grip Amy’s ponytail, grinding her ass harder against Amy’s eager mouth.

“That’s it… eat it, you filthy fucking nerd,” Rosa moans. “Deeper. Get your tongue in my ass.”

Amy moans into Rosa’s hole, licking and sucking greedily while Rosa reaches down and rubs her own clit.

“You’re going to make me cum on your face,” Rosa growls. “And then you’re going to thank me for letting you taste your boyfriend’s load out of my asshole.”

Amy whimpers pathetically and doubles her efforts, pushing her tongue as deep as she can while Rosa rides her face harder and faster.

Rosa’s thighs start trembling.

“Fuck— good girl, Santiago,” she groans, voice breaking. “I’m gonna use both of you so fucking hard from now on…”

Rosa cums hard, grinding back violently against Amy’s tongue, soaking her face with her juices. When she finally pulls away, she turns around and looks down at Amy — flushed, cum-smeared, and completely broken with lust.

Rosa smirks and pats Amy’s messy cheek.

“Clean yourself up before you go back out there,” she says. “And tell Peralta I’m in on your little game now. Tomorrow, I want both of you under my desk during morning briefing.”

She pulls her jeans back up and heads for the door, then pauses.

“Oh, and Santiago?” Rosa glances back with a dangerous smile. “Next time you leave me a gift, make it bigger. I like it when it drips down my thighs.”

She unlocks the door and walks out like nothing happened, leaving Amy on her knees, face soaked, and creaming herself.