Line Up

Investigating officer Kristian Alvarez leaned in close, his eyes locking onto Tim Tower's with a predatory gleam. He wanted to test those rumored psychic cock-sucking skills firsthand. Tim dropped to his knees, lips parting eagerly as Kristian's thick shaft slid into his warm mouth. Tim's tongue swirled with uncanny precision, reading every twitch, every pulse, like he could peer into Kristian's desires. Kristian groaned, fingers tangling in Tim's hair, thrusting deeper until the suction pulled a low curse from his throat. But Kristian wasn't done. He pulled out, flipping Tim onto the desk with a firm grip. Spreading those cheeks wide, Kristian teased the tight ring with slick fingers, probing and stretching with expert twists. Tim arched, gasping as Kristian packed him full—first with probing digits, then his own rigid length plunging in deep, rhythmic and relentless, claiming every inch until Tim shuddered in release.