Mom’s swollen clit craves a firm, eager touch

“Now, please lead the way.”
The officer backed toward the door, still watching the body. XXX They looked exactly like the ones she was wearing. Highly inefficient, incredibly expensive, and an eyesore if Amber were to be asked. Amber stared at him for a long moment and decided that she had reached the limits of his ability to trust. She wore a blouse that plunged just enough to tease a bit of cleavage—it was her second-best asset. “It’s a Swiss bank.”
“I see,” Amber said. “Gwen Bartlet here to see Phillip Castor as his defense attorney.”
The man picked up a tablet and skimmed through it.