Yes He Accepts

For a moment Rachel stood in the doorway the robe was on the ground around her naked body, her heavy breasts spilled free with hard nipples, due too the cold weather.

Rachel didn't rush too cover herself up she just looked back at Slam "So he's been fantasizing about a masked criminal while he barely touches me anymore, what else is on the drive Slam?" Rachel said, she worked inside towards the living room.

Bradley followed Rachel inside, his eyes locked on her naked body as she walked ahead of him. Her round ass swayed with each step, and her heavy D-cup breasts bounced freely.

Rachel pointed too the flatscreen TV, which was a smart model, Bradley went and plugged the usb in, he played the video in high quality.

On camera, Harvey Bullock was leaning back in his creeky office chair, pants around his ankles, cock in his hand. He was moaning loudly, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

He was moaning about red hood, in the video Bullock was speeding up his strokes and cumming squirts of cum after saying his name.

Rachel stood frozen at first, arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up. Her face went from shock to pure fury.

“That son of a bitch…” she hissed. “All those nights he couldn’t even get it up for me, and he’s jerking off to him?”

***

Bradley moved closer too Rachel "You okay after seeing thst video?"

"Im angry but also horny, he wants the Red Hood fine so be it I'll get what I want too." Rachel stepped closer too Bradley pressing her naked body against his, she shoved him onto the leather couch behind them.

Rachel unbuckled Slam's trousers pulling them down towards his ankles, she then straddles his lap. Rachel moaned and gasped as she lowerd herself onto Slam.

Rachel rode Bradley hard and fast with her wet slick pussy sounds filling the room, along with the mixture of her moans and Bradleys grunts.

Rachel came forst with her juices flowing down his shaft and balls. Bradley followed right after, groaning as he pumped her full of cum deep inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, when they suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the front door.

Harvey Bullock stepped into the house, still in his GCPD coat from working cases all night, and the smell of fresh tobacco use.

He froze in the entrance to the living room.