Latina X Kylie Jones: Two detectives captured by the creepy man (HD)

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The suburban house was deceptively quiet, the air inside stale and smelling faintly of lemon polish and old tobacco. Detective Latina and Detective Kylie were there on a tip about the owner, a man whose file was thick with allegations but thin on convictions.

"Clear," Kylie whispered, her voice barely carrying across the empty living room.

Latina nodded, stepping past her. The floorboards didn't squeak, a testament to the house’s recent renovation. They moved deeper into the interior, scanning the shadows. The investigation was technically off the books, a favor for a contact in the bureau, which meant no backup and no warrants. Just two women in a dark house looking for trouble.

The “job seems to be going well until they heard a voice. “Detectives," he said, his voice smooth and calm. "I wasn't expecting guests. Especially ones so... intrusive."

He told them to remove their clothes and tied them in rope.

The air was cool, raising gooseflesh on their exposed skin. Their clothes lay in a heap in the corner, discarded like trash.

"You're both here because you couldn't mind your own business," he murmured, stepping closer to Kylie. He repeated the motion, palming her other breast, weighing it in his hand. "Now, you're going to entertain me."

He stepped back and began to unbuckle his belt. The metal clinked loudly in the silent room. He unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor, and freed his cock. It was thick and hard, already standing at attention.

Latina gagged, her eyes watering as he began to thrust, fucking her face with brutal efficiency. He pulled out after a few strokes, leaving her gasping for air, and turned to Kylie.

Kylie opened her mouth, resigned, and he slid in deep. He gripped the back of her head, holding her still as he pumped his hips. She gagged around him, saliva dripping down her chin. He alternated between them, using their mouths like toys, his pace relentless. Latina could taste the musk of him, the salt of his pre-cum coating her tongue.

When he finally pulled away, both women were panting, their chests heaving. He walked over to the table and returned with two ball gags. He placed the rubber ball into Latina’s mouth first, buckling the strap tight behind her head. Her jaw was held wide, the rubber pressing down on her tongue. He did the same to Kylie, silencing their protests to muffled grunts.

He bent them over the back of the  sofa positioned in the center of the room. Latina’s face pressed into the cool leather, her ass high in the air. Kylie was positioned right next to her, their bodies touching, shoulder to shoulder.

He moved behind Latina first. She felt the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, slick with her own juices and the saliva from her mouth. He didn't wait. He drove forward, burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust.

Latina screamed against the gag, the sound muffled and pathetic. He stretched her open, the burn intense and immediate. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, rhythmic sound. He reached forward, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her.

Next to her, Kylie watched, her eyes wide. He pulled out of Latina and moved to Kylie, sliding easily into her wet cunt. He fucked her just as hard, gripping her hips to hold her steady. 

He went back and forth, switching holes without warning. He would pound Latina’s pussy, making her whole body, then switch to Kylie, driving deep until she was moaning continuously behind the gag. The room smelled of sex and sweat, a thick aroma.

He shoved he face in their ass’s licking their wet pussys from behind. Then repositions himself on the sofa and Kylie rode his cock while latina struggle still bound and gagged next to them.

The girls knelt over the sofa ,Thick ropes of cum exploded from his dick, landing hot and sticky across Latina’s ass and lower back. 

He aimed the last few spurts at Kylie, painting her tanned skin with his seed. 

He stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants. He picked up his glass, taking a long sip as he admired his work. "I think we understand each other now," he said, setting the glass down with a final, decisive clink.