Shawna was riding his dick cowgirl style. She loves the sensation of grinding down on a big hard cock. Her partner, Art, is savoring the attention his cock is receiving and is passionately groping Shawna's breasts. Shawna begins to scream continuously until the heart-racing fucking was over with. She lifts herself off of his lively dick and kisses him on the mouth.
"How was that, Art?" Shawna says. "Do you want some more?"
"Fuck yeah," starts Art McKendrick.
Shawna Taylor begins to lower herself until she is in full view of his stiff cock, ready for insertion into her mouth. She licks around the head of his dick when the phone rings on the nightstand adjacent to the bed.
"This is Art." McKendrick says when he picks up the phone.
"Hey Art," replies the voice on the other end of the call. "This is Chief Kurt Crewe."
"Hey Chief. What's up?"
"We got a murder down at the station. Name is Kat Dawson. She was murdered at the hotel she was staying at last night. Looks like her room has been dug through. I want you to check it out."
"All right Chief. I'm on it."
"And by the way, I've been trying to reach Shawna, but her phone ain't picking up at her house. Maybe she's out and about with her cellphone. You call her and get down here to the station and take over from there. Got it?"
"Got it boss." The phone goes dead.
Art replaces the phone in the cradle. Shawna eyes him sheepishly.
