Indirect Relations

Detective Randy Rogers had a rep on the vice squad: the dirtiest, meanest, most hands-on bastard in the whole precinct. After his wife bounced, he got worse—snarling at his partner until the guy asked for a transfer, hitting on every woman in the building, acting like the rules didn’t apply to him. Word on the street said the marriage blew up because he’d been getting too close to his own eighteen-year-old daughter, Kristen Scott. So when he decided he wanted a reunion, he didn’t send flowers; he leaned on a junkie snitch, Michael Vegas, and Vegas’ girl, Nina North, to set it up. The three of them put together the kind of night only a sick cop could dream of—raw, nasty, and guaranteed to leave bruises. Kristen shows up—brunette hair swinging, perky natural tits tight under a thin tee, not an ounce of extra weight on her petite frame—and the real show starts. Clothes get ripped, mouths get used, every hole gets claimed in fast, hard rhythm while the two strangers hold her open for daddy’s cock. She takes every thrust with this mix of shock and dripping need, nipples stiff from the rough handling, slim body bouncing under the weight of three people who don’t give a damn about limits. It’s nonstop, sweaty, and shameless, and Randy makes sure his little girl leaves knowing exactly who owns her tonight.