Nancy grabs at the cushions of the couch and her back arches up off the couch. Her mouth is wide open and her eyes fly open as well as her legs clamp shut. Her hips lift and drop quickly as she starts to thrash around on the couch beside you.
You look over at Mrs Kamp and you shout, "What's happening to her?! What'd you do?!"
Mrs Kamp is busy in her chair; her shorts open and her hand thrust down the front; obviously playing with her own pussy.
You repeat as Nancy lets out a string of gibberish, "What's happening to her?"
Mrs Kamp manages to moan out, "It's okay, Mr . It's the pills. They're helping her orgasm. She's fine."
You cast a doubtful look at the young detective as she thrashes around; her hips bucking wildly as her entire body lurches and gyrates on the couch beside you.
Nancy cries out as an apparent orgasm rocks her body, "OH MY FUCCKKKK!!! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!"
The young detective's nipples are pushing madly at her sweater. From all the movement, her skirt has ridden up; showing her upper thighs and hips as she bucks; looking like she's riding an imaginary cock.
Nancy suddenly grabs at her thong; ripping it down to her knees as she cries out, "Oh pleaseeee, pleasseee!"
You're not sure if her cries are cries of pain or screams of pleasure as her other hand pushes up the front of her sweater; freeing one of her breasts.
You can't decide if you need to take her to the hospital or just take her. |