Curly hair. All your fifteen years. Our experts will find clonidine there, and ...
“You ... you are crazy,” Sue whispered.
“I've been hunting you for a long time, Curly Sue.” We called you Medusa Gorgon. You know, it was like that of the ancient Greeks? - also curly, only curls of snakes ... You have twelve robberies in different cities. Your happiness, that none of your clients died of clopheline, otherwise you would not have shone for fifteen years, as now, but for life. Don't you know that clonidine is deadly? How can you do this with people curly your head? But the thirteenth time you failed. Thirteen is an unlucky number. You got it, Medusa Gorgon. You have nowhere to run: the door is locked, the window leads only to that light (the 27th floor, I remind you), you are unarmed, and I am fluent in jiu-jitsu. Penetrated? Therefore...

Gregory waited for a pause. Sue looked at him, squeezed into a corner.

- How old are you? He suddenly asked.
- Wah ... eighteen.
- Young talent ... Therefore, you have two choices.

Sue opened her eyes.

- ... The first way out is legal: I put on pants, handcuffs on you, and we quietly and peacefully go to the station. You are judged, you are given your legitimate fifteen years, you safely enter the jail, you spend the best years of your life there - and safely leave a thirty-two-year-old shabby rat with a clear conscience. And with the genitals erased by the nafig - because you, young and busty, will be fucked every day with all available means. Unless, of course, do not finish off. The prison women are not cool ladies, but the slammer is not a college, you know.

Whitened petals shrank into a tough mask, familiar to Gregory.

- ... Exit the second. Illegal ... Honestly, it is unpleasant for me to arrest a girl who gave me such pleasure. I put on my pants, - Gregory said slowly and distinctly, - I put on a white dress on you, and we quietly and peacefully go ... to church. There you marry me, and I pretend that I don’t know about your tricks. You give me a bunch of children, you will become an exemplary housewife, well, or superstar - or whoever you want to be there ... Of course, I am not rich, and not Johnny Depp’s snout, which is already there, - but, in my opinion, it’s not such a bad way out. After all, there is no husband in the Hilton, right? ... Of course, you forget about your tricks once and for all, and of course, you return your loot back to your clients. Anonymous, no noise ...
- Will not work.
- What will not work?
- Return will not work. I spent it all.
- Ay yes sue! Where did you manage to rattle millions of bucks? On brunettes? On the decorative dog?
- You still will not believe ... and you will not understand.
- Okay, okay, let's figure it out ... This is not fundamentally. Well, what do you say, Miss Susan Medusa Gorgon de Curley?
- I ... I need to think.
- Well, at please. Think! It doesn't hurt you at all. Come here, - naked Gregory took her by the icy hand and led her into the next room, - here, here in this chair ... settle down - and think how much it will fit. Very useful occupation. Just before that, give me your credit card - the one on which you hold the loot. With a pin and password.

After hesitating, Sue took a credit card from her purse and handed it to Gregory.
- Pin 1218, password "clonidine" ...
- And a handbag too. Come on, come on! You never know what kind of rubbish you have there ... but I don’t really need the corpses. I am not a necrophile, as you will see. Like this...

Leaving her, he returned to his place. He picked up his clothes, pulled on his pants, pants ... but then he threw them back.

Turning on the computer, naked Gregory lounged in his chair, leaned back and thought hard.

There was one detail that stubbornly did not fit into the picture.

Actually, because of her, he knew from the very beginning that he would not arrest Susan. Gregory worked in the police for fifteen years and knew the psychology of a thief, like his own sofa.He knew that a thief could cry from Mozart, could faithfully love his mother, wife and children, could save the life of a policeman - and even turn himself in.

But no thief will ever give five hundred bucks to a beggar. It is impossible, as conception through the ass.

One of two things: either a beggar woman in a share, and her appearance near the Hilton is a performance staged by Sue especially for the rich clients whom she herded there ... but no, not everybody bites.

Or...

Logging into Sue’s personal account, Gregory went into transaction history, looked at the very first transactions ... and whistled.

His guess was confirmed: the most extraordinary criminal in his life was sitting in the next room.

***

Going to the door, he heard muffled sobs behind it. “It looks like a girl is crying,” thought Gregory. In the light of what he learned about her, it was completely unpleasant.

Having trampled before the door, he resolutely opened it.

There was a scream; in the chair, white and pink shot up, trying to hide from the gaze that was turned into crimson Sue.

Gregory expected to see anything, but not this: dropping his pants down to his knees and closing his eyes, Sue masturbated wildly, sobbing from pleasure.

He immediately came to his senses:

- So ... Put down the rags! On all fours, Curly, quickly! ... Ass up! ... - Gregory jumped to her, quickly turned her around, arched, not allowing her to come to her senses, - and soon stunned Curly rocked, kneeling and resting her elbows on a chair, and Gregory crumpled and massaged her bare ass, wide open to him in all its glory, from top to bottom - from the anus to the clitoris, red and springy, like a cherry.

He squeezed her in everything, without touching the main thing, painfully screaming, and told her wild obscenities, which he did not tell anyone or anywhere. He did not understand what he was saying, but he felt that he wanted to hear and feel Curly Sue, who had opened his naked shame to him; she was right in front of his nose, and he could see a sticky juice flowing down the leg, framed from purple hearts, framed by purple petals. His young man, sticking up right there, a foot from the hole, was screaming and begging inward - but Gregory endured, wanting to grind Curly to death. "Will know how to disgrace ..."

Stretching her buns apart, he bent down and pressed his mouth to the purple folds.

Sue choked, swallowed the air, pulled her jaw in a silent scream, found a voice - and wheezed, forgetting any shame. Her heart, wide open, defenseless, suddenly merged with a gentle, inflatingly sweet and sticky, enveloped her with color bliss, sparkling all over her body, and licked her heart, peeling it with honey ...

- Tits! Where are the boobs? - Gregory roared to her, but Sue did not hear him, drowned in honey. Her face buried in a chair, and curls covered him with a sparkling shock ... Gregory reached for her breasts - and began to knead her through her blouse and bra, feeling for her nipples. Sue squeaked, choked - and instantly finished from this cross-torture, splashing foam directly into Gregory's eyes.

Straightening, he frantically thrust his stake into the jumping folds - and again began to pump up the ending Susan, releasing all the brakes.

This moment of supreme bliss lasted only twenty seconds. Susan wailing into the armchair in the womb, writhing under the blows of a mad hammer, and Gregory drowned himself in a hysterical race. This time, he didn’t even think to go away - and when a painful vacuum was stretched in the guts, he wheezed a lightning liquid into Susan, squeezing her thighs in a death grip - and more, and more, and more, and more. ..

He devoured her dick like a starving man, and laughed from saturation. And then, when they emasculatedly dropped to a drop and crawled to the floor - he laughed, rejoicing in Sue, a curly girl who had turned into a mad body, turned around ... Read more →