So there I sat, the cop sitting across from me continuing the script from my Talk Dirty To Me chat room. I didn’t mind being reminded….
These words became a lot more real that I ever thought they would. My cop started doing his part, almost immediately. It was his hands that I felt running into my wet pussy. It was his teeth that bit down on my nipples. He was firmly telling me what a slut I was as he kept reading the chat. It was perfection, my pussy being played with at the same my tits are being nibbled, and I’m being told what a damn slut I am.
[Dirty Debbie note: for easier reading of Debbie's chat click on the pictures of the screen]


I didn’t need the script to tell me when to moan, I knew exactly when to.
He would thrust a few times, teasing me by stopping to read some more to me, then he’d shove his hot rock hard cock into me again. A few more thrusts and then a few more lines from the script. It was becoming fucking agonizing.


I knew who it was, and I knew how he would find me, my ass in the air moaning as a complete stranger, a cop no less, fucks my slut brains out.
As before, that’s another story.
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