"Holly," she said, a tinge of anticipation coating her husky voice.
"Well, Holly," I purred throatily, "why don't we continue this on the hood of the car so he can see. Every. Single. Detail."
"I've always wanted someone to watch," she replied with excitement, "and I want better access to that p***y," she s*****d my ass lightly as I brushed by her.
Officer Jenkins and I walked past Guy. I gave him a devious wink as he positioned his muscular body in his seat for the best view possible from his vantage point.
We arrived at the hood of the car and I turned to face Holly to get a better look at her features: she was very pretty with light brown hair, bright blue eyes, straight, white teeth and porcelain skin. The officer was younger than I expected, younger than I; mid-twenties I estimate
