Priya Sen simply adores to spruce up – she's so unusual it's basically criminal...

"Goddammit!" Priya Sen fumed into my face. My temples folded and I look down the wooden table. "In case I need to ask you again, I swear that I'll have your butt pulled to imprison where you have a place!"

Priya Sen stalked round my seat, tall, dark high heels cutting pointedly on the solid floor, cuffs dangling from one finger as though to propose that on the off chance that I didn't go along,

I'd be in those sleeves and at her kindness without a doubt.

"I didn't do it," I muttered, jaw on my midsection, attempting to suppress the sentiment happiness, realizing that each time I declined her demand was a stage closer to rapture.

She adjusted to me, copper's cap pulled low so that I could just barely see those since quite a while ago lashed eyes peeping out provocatively underneath. God her tits looked incredible in that white shirt. What's more, that minimal checkered neckerchief at the highest point of her hurling cleavage was the good to beat all.

She just bent down at me. She simply trapped me by her hands. Her shirt unfastened to her sternum, expanded open, giving me an all-out perspective of her big boobs. I'm a sucker for a braless feathered creature in a white shirt, particularly when they come bundled like Priya Sen, and I could see the swell of those firm, tanned bosoms and the dull aureoles of her nipples through the slender cotton fabric as she stood up and began to move up her sleeves in that moderate, exotic method for hers.

"I can see that I'm going to need to get a confession out of you by additional... physical... means..." she whispered menacingly.

My groin swelled in a split second accordingly, the lump obvious. My temples began to sweat at the considered what was impending next. Seeing my response, Priya Sen grinned and lifted one foot up to my groin, giving me an unhindered perspective of her long leg encased in a dark ribbon top hold up stockings under her tight dark skirt. I could just barely see the dark ribbon of the hot little Maharashtrian cut undies that I had purchased her for our last contact and felt an excitement that she'd recalled to wear them.

"It would appear that I've needed to handcuffs you", she said, flicking open the sleeves expertly and slipping one of the cuffs around my wrist, before pulling the other wrist around the back of the seat horrendously and securing that one as well.

Upbeat that I was held quick, she grinned enchantingly at me under her WPC cap and she's straddled on my lap, rubbing her genitalia against my horrendously swollen part. Gradually, relaxed, she began to unfasten the shirt, opening it up to uncover that wonderfully succulent cleavage with its tanned, velvet skin and solidified areolas. God, she was lovely – firm, ready and simply disagreeing touched. Disgrace I was stuck...

"I know exactly what to do with young men" Priya Sen whispered, her lips brushing my ear in the most unprovoking way. Priya started to spin her hips over mine, skirt riding high over her stocking tops. Seeing her straddled over me, the choice vibe of her thighs undulating on mine, her long dim hair stroking her peachy tits was excessive. I came hard with a moan without her notwithstanding laying a finger on my uncovered skin. I grinned, realizing that my night with WPC Priya Sen was just barely starting. This would be one exceptionally hot date...

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