Dripping pink pussy filled with hot cream

“Sorry, my boyfriend left me a dirty message,” she quickly covered. That was fun. Vxxx Her head whipped about, sending her police cap tumbling to the bus’s floor. I reached the main street, almost bumping into a fat man slouching his way down the street. “White female, late twenties, red hair, um, five-nine.” Pause. “I was getting attacked by a ghost.”
“Right, a ghost,” the cop answered, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. The cop was a woman, late twenties; an elfin face stared fiercely at the ghost hunter. Perhaps to embarrass or shame me,” Carla narrated. The next cop probably wouldn’t be so hot—or even a woman. Police, 9th and Main.” He paused, listening.