The corpse can wait.

Mr. Body’s body can wait. As the lovely Mrs. Peacocks lips meet yours her hand begins unzipping your pants. Your tongues begin to duel as her hand slips inside to grasp your manhood and she begins to stroke it slowly in a tight grip. You moan into her mouth then let your hands begin there own investigation.

One hand slides down the silk of her dress to caress and squeeze her ass, while the other slides up to unzip the dress. She breaks the kiss just long enough to step back and let the dress fall to the ground. Her breasts are incased in a sheer silk bra, and a pair of matching black silk panties hide her mound from your eyes. You slide a hand down to your throbbing cock and stroke it a few times as you admire the beauty before you.

“Absolutely gorgeous, Mr. Peacock is a lucky man.”

“And tonight so are you Detective. Now come here and let me help you with that.”

Her coy smile sends another thrill up your spine as she slides her panties down and leans back against one bookcase, her legs spread slightly to give you an excellent glimpse at the shaved and glistening pussy awaiting you. Of course the way she’s licking her lips is inviting as well.