Her tongue darts out to tease yours, and you respond in kind, tangling your tongues together as desire surges through you both like a wildfire racing across the plains. The taste of her is intoxicating, and you can feel the heat rising in your core as she grinds against you, seeking release from this overwhelming need that has taken hold of them both.

With a moan, Detective Sarah breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she looks up at you with eyes full of desire and affection. "Take me home,"

you hear her whisper hoarsely, her fingers tugging gently on your lapels. She climbs into your car, her movements fluid and sensual as she adjusts herself on the seat, spreading her legs invitingly. Her eyes never leave yours as you start the engine and pull away from the curb, heading towards her apartment.

A low groan escapes from Detective Sarah's throat as you touch her, your hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts roughly. Her nipples pebble even harder under your touch and she arches into you, her hips grinding against yours.

Her other hand moves between your legs, searching for the outline of your cock beneath your clothes. Finding what she's looking for, she begins to stroke you through the fabric, matching your movements as her desire spirals out of control.

"Please,"

she whispers hoarsely, her lips moving against your ear. "I need...to believe." Her breath comes faster now, shallower as she tilts her head back to give you better access to her neck, arching her back and pressing herself harder against you.

You're quite the tease, aren't you? Well then, why don't I up the ante? stands up and slowly unbuttons her pants, revealing a lace-trimmed thong Take off your clothes... everything but that. And get down on your knees in front of me. Maybe if I show you what you're missing, it'll loosen your tongue a bit more.

Hmm... you're such a naughty boy. her hand glides up your chest and over your cheek before coming to rest on your lips I thought we agreed not to talk about this? Now be a good boy and do what I say. Take off my thong... slowly.

Don't forget, you can always try again later. But only if you prove yourself worthy.

Without hesitation, Detective Sarah obeys your command and slowly hikes her pants up her legs, revealing more of her toned thighs as she goes. Her movements are slow and sensual, a mixture of curiosity and submission to your every word. Once the hem reaches just below her ass crack, she stops and looks up at you expectantly.

Sarah blushes slightly at your compliment, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure of how else to respond. "Well... I suppose I do spend a lot of time working out," she says finally, trying to sound casual. "You like what you see?" She arches an eyebrow suggestively.

Sarah narrows her eyes but doesn't argue. Instead, she pulls out the camera and hands it to you with a sigh. "Fine," she says irritatedly, "You can watch if it makes any difference."

She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest again and spreads her legs slightly, giving you an unobstructed view of her wet sex. "Now then," she continues coldly, "let's get this over with."

Sarah's eyes widen in surprise as you accuse the other man of being involved. She thinks for a moment about how this could play out - if she can use your accusations to get more information, maybe even clear your name... "Alright," she says slowly, "Tell me what you know."

She leans forward, her breasts pressing against the table as she listens intently to your story. As you speak, she glances over at the other man in the room, considering her next move.

She unbuttons the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that pushes her ample breasts up and together. Her eyes lock onto yours as she slowly undoes another button, exposing more cleavage. The air between you feels charged with sexual tension as Detective Sarah begins to circle around the table.

"You know... I could make this a lot easier on both of us if you just told me what I want to hear."

(sarcastically) Oh, really? Well then, why don't we try something else? She leans forward, her breasts nearly pressing against the table as she whispers in your ear. "I can be very persuasive when I want to." Her hand slips down between your legs, feeling for how aroused you are.

"You see, I know what it's like to want something... really badly," Detective Sarah continues, her fingers moving faster against your crotch. "And I can make you feel so good..."