“Yes, but it’s too much!”
“Alright, but to cum I’m gonna have to slam a little harder than I am to get it out.”
Evette shouted, “I don’t care! Just cum fast! Please!”
Gregory began to beat her ass up harder and faster until he could no longer hold it. “Oh shit! Yes! Damn, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Gregory said as he lost all control.
Evette was happy to hear him say those words. Gregory pulled out as he bust his nut all over Evette’s ass.
Now Calvin needed relief. Calvin got behind Evette and asked, “Are you ready?”
Evette, still panting from the hurting she’d taken from Gregory, answered, “Yes, I’m ready.”
Hearing that, Calvin entered Evette’s waiting ass. This gave Evette a little relief. She could handle Calvin’s size, although her ass was still hurting from having Gregory inside her. As Evette began to relax, she started pumping back onto Calvin. This caused Calvin to thrust harder into Evette as he slid into her wetness and felt it surrounding him. He was getting into the groove so he could cum. He held on to Evette as he fucked her harder and faster, wanting release and needing to cum.
Evette was helping him by pushing back against him and saying, “Yeah, baby, work this ass! That’s right, fuck the shit out of me!”
Calvin did exactly that as he pounded away until he could no longer hold it. Calvin pulled out and banged his dick against Evette’s ass, as he was cumming all over it. Calvin released Evette and she fell against the car. Evette was worn-out from the ass whipping she had endured.
Gregory and Calvin fixed their uniforms as Evette straightened her clothes. They were all out of breath and weak.
Evette asked the two officers, “Is everything okay? Am I alright now?”
Calvin and Gregory answered in unison, “Hell, yeah! But don’t let it happen again!”
Gregory added, “Yeah, ’cause I don’t think you could handle any more of this dick.”
They all laughed as they got back into the police car to go back onto the highway to Evette’s car.
Evette was on her way again, being careful not to exceed the speed limit. She checked her cell phone and saw that John had called several times. She didn’t know what she could tell him, but she knew she had to think of something before she got home. She called her friend Monica, who lived only a couple of blocks from her, to ask if she could come over. She told Monica she needed to get cleaned up before she went home because she was a mess. Monica was okay with that but wanted to know why and from what.
“What did you do? With whom did you do it? Why didn’t you get cleaned up where you were?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there. It’s kind of a long story, Monica. But I’ll explain it all to you when I see you,” Evette replied.
“Shit, alright, but I want all the details. Don’t leave anything out. Hurry up; I’ll be waiting.”
“Alright, I’ll see you in a few. I’m not too far from you.”
The two hung up and Monica waited by her door. When Evette arrived, she explained everything to Monica. Monica was surprised, knowing how laid-back Evette had always been.
“Damn, girl, you got a lot of freak in you, but I ain’t mad at ya. Shit, you did what you had to do. We all have to make sacrifices in life to get what we want or to keep what we have,” Monica stated, rolling her eyes and snapping her fingers.
“Girl, I gotta go. John has been blowing up my phone. I have to think of something to tell him.”
“Damn, do I have to help you with everything? Tell John you stopped by here and you lost track of time, listening to me ramble on about my screwed-up relationship. Tell him I needed a friend because I’m fucked up over something that happened between me and Cedric,” Monica told Evette as she headed for the door.
“Yeah, that sounds good. But, what about not answering my cell?”
“We were upstairs and you left your phone downstairs when you took off your coat. Okay?”
“Thanks, Monica! I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re always there when I need you.”
Evette rushed out the door to go home to John, hoping that he would believe her. She was so nervous she was shaking as she put her key in the ignition. Here goes, she thought as she began driving home.
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