office-sluts

Marjorie’s living room smelled of cheap wine and sweat. We piled in, four cops, four horny office women. My heart hammered like a drum. Miniskirt riding up my thighs, backless top hugging my perky tits. I’d danced, flirted, let hands grope. Now, point of no return. Marjorie grabbed her stocky brigadier, dragged him to her…