Then again she isn't your client

Cindy as your willing **** couldn’t hurt your chances of helping your latest case of returning that poor bastard Jake’s cock and balls. Cindy would be able to work for you ingratiating you to Diana and through Diana to Grace.

And just because Cindy was your **** didn’t mean you had to treat her as a sex ****. Not much anyway….

And of course you assure yourself you could also free her voluntarily once the case was finished. This would just make things a little easier.

You realise that while your mental train of justifications have been working towards its rationale and conclusion, your physical body with testosterone raging at the sight of the smoking broad on the bed has been one step ahead. Your dick is already rock hard and you’ve put your jacket and hat on their stand.

You regard the sleeping Latina again. She is stirring a bit more but is still very much insensible. Your prick twitches in your pants and you make the inevitable choice.

It takes only a few moments for you to strip out of your clothes and lie down beside Cindy. You grasp her smooth warm hips and turn her from her side so she is fully on her back. Then you unzip her denim shorts and hook them over the curve of her ass and off. Her panties soon follow. Your dick is straining to be unleashed but you take the time to unbutton her top and remove her bra as well so she lies completely nude on the sofa bed.

You gently caress her breasts; her nipples are slowly hardening. This response spurs you on and you pull her towards your waiting member. When you enter her it is exquisite. Her pussy is tight around your cock and her breath heavy. You lean into her and began fucking her at a solid pace, mounting waves of lustful pleasure washing over you.

You lean down and nibble at her now pointed nipples, the crowns of those lovely tanned breasts. At some point she starts responding in kind and her eyes begin flickering open. You nuzzle her neck and your thrusts become more urgent as you rush towards orgasm.

She moans, not stopping her own bucking hips but is whispering protests now “Oh, what? But the GAME…” she breathes she looks you in the eye through dull heavy lids “Don’t cum in me” she mumbles.

“It’s happening Cindy” you reply through strained breath into her ear as your desire reaches its climax. With a grunt of pure animal pleasure, you release your seed into her.

Moments later Cindy’s GT beeps and it is done. The GAME is over. She is your ****.

You roll over and breath heavily. You have a momentary pang of remorse which is washed away when you glance over and see that Cindy shows no signs of distress but has a sleepy grin and rolls onto her side draping an arm across you. Sleep takes you before you experience any post-nut clarity.

Whether your satisfaction holds up in the cold light of morning remains to be seen.