Parker smiled that long, slow smile of hers and ran her eyes up and down Hardison before pulling a scrunchie fom the pocket of the blue FBI jacket she was wearing and pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
"I'm sorry Sir," she said, taking hold of his arm and tugging him upwards, wordlessly telling him to stand up. Her eyes sparkled when he obeyed and she patted him on the ass. "Turn around, hands on the car and spead your legs." Her smile grew behind his back when he quickly moved into position; his breath quickening at the touch of her hand to his belt. She unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor before yanking down his briefs. "Full cavity search," she said softly, parting his buttcheeks and sliding one cool finger inside; Hardison yelping and bucking back into her touch. "Now, now... it's best for us all if you behave," she continued, one hand on his lower back, pressing him forward as she slid a second finger in. Her fingers brushed over Hardison's prostate and he teased beneath her, orgasming with a cry and slumping forward over the hood. She giggled to herself and pulled her fingers out, wiping them off on the backs of his thighs before tugging Hardison to a standing position. "You made a mess," she tutted. "You ought to clean it up..."
and that... wasn't where that one was supposed to go at all!
"I'm sorry Sir," she said, taking hold of his arm and tugging him upwards, wordlessly telling him to stand up. Her eyes sparkled when he obeyed and she patted him on the ass. "Turn around, hands on the car and spead your legs." Her smile grew behind his back when he quickly moved into position; his breath quickening at the touch of her hand to his belt. She unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor before yanking down his briefs. "Full cavity search," she said softly, parting his buttcheeks and sliding one cool finger inside; Hardison yelping and bucking back into her touch. "Now, now... it's best for us all if you behave," she continued, one hand on his lower back, pressing him forward as she slid a second finger in. Her fingers brushed over Hardison's prostate and he teased beneath her, orgasming with a cry and slumping forward over the hood. She giggled to herself and pulled her fingers out, wiping them off on the backs of his thighs before tugging Hardison to a standing position. "You made a mess," she tutted. "You ought to clean it up..."
and that... wasn't where that one was supposed to go at all!
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