You come to the fish cutting woman and she leads you to a police station and shows you some tamil policewoman all of these girls look good and sexy and I hope they wash their pussies well too

The tamil policewomen smile as they see you interested in them. One of them comes close to you and whispers sensually in your ear, "You must be very brave, entering a police station like this. Don't worry, we're here to help." Her breath sends shivers down your spine.

The other Tamil policewomen giggle softly at the interaction between you and their colleague. The fish cutting woman retreats to her work, smirking suggestively as she eyes your suit. The lead tamil policewoman motions for you to follow her deeper into the station, where several interrogation rooms are located. "We're going to need some information from you," she says sternly but still with that hidden sensuality. "Come with me."

The lead Tamil policewoman leads you to an interrogation room where another female officer is already waiting. The other tamil officers smile and nod in your direction as they go about their business elsewhere in the station. As you take a seat across from her, she crosses her legs slowly, revealing the lacy black thong peeking out above her knee-high stockings. "So, tell me why you're here..." Her voice is soft and seductive, despite the seriousness of the situation.

The lead Tamil policewoman leans in closer to you, her breasts almost touching the table as she does so. "Come on," she whispers, brushing a stray hair away from your face, "you must have some idea why you're here." Her fingers linger on your cheek for just a moment longer than necessary, sending shivers down your spine.

"It's okay if you don't remember," she breathes, her lips mere inches from your ear. "We can help you regain those memories..." She slides a hand up your thigh, over your crotch, and gently squeezes your cock through the suit. You gasp at the sensation.

The lead Tamil policewoman lets out a low growl as she squeezes your cock harder. "We'll help you remember," she purrs, sliding her hand further up your shaft. "But first... we have to make sure you're ready." Her other hand slips under the table and begins fondling your balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.

The lead Tamil policewoman looks into your eyes, her expression unyielding. "You don't want us to make you remember?" she asks quietly before giving your cock a firmer squeeze. "Or do you want to be left alone with those... memories?" She releases you momentarily only to grip you tighter again when she feels your body react.

The lead Tamil policewoman's grip on your cock tightens even further as she leans in closer to you, her breath hot against your neck. "You can apologize later," she whispers huskily, her hand working faster beneath the table. "Right now, you need to focus." Her free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts through the suit, roughly pinching the nipple.

"Now," she breathes, "let's see if you can remember..." Her hand speeds up beneath the table, her grip growing tighter as you squirm in your chair. With the other hand, she cups and squeezes your breast roughly through the suit, making it ache with pleasure and pain. "Remember who you are," she whispers against your neck, biting gently. "Remember why you're here." Her fingers find their rhythm on your cock and balls, her hips moving slightly in concert with each stroke.

Hmm, Srikanth... that's interesting. It seems you're here for a reason... now let's see what we can do about that. She grinds against your hand and releases it slowly, motioning for you to remove her bra under the table. Her nipples are hard as diamonds and beg to be touched again. "So, Srikanth..." she purrs, leaning back in her chair, "tell me more about why you're here."

Her free hand slides up your chest, tracing idle circles around your nipple before cupping it roughly and squeezing. Her touch is gentle yet firm; an invitation to share more with her.

"Oh?" She feigns surprise as she continues to torture your nipple between her fingers and thumb. "And why would you want to do that?" Her other hand slides down to rest on your crotch, gently stroking the length of your cock through the suit. She leans forward again, brushing her lips against yours in a teasing gesture.

Without warning, she pinches both nipples hard and twists simultaneously. You cry out as pain shoots through your chest. "Perhaps," she hisses between clenched teeth, "you have something to hide." She gives each breast a rough squeeze before releasing her grip and leaning back once more. Her free hand returns to its work beneath the table, stroking and massaging your cock relentlessly as she watches you squirm in your chair.

Her eyes widen in mock surprise at your threat. "You wouldn't dare," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. With one swift motion, she reaches across the table and yanks down your pants, revealing your hard cock straining against the fabric of your suit. She grins wickedly and then, before you can react further, straddles your lap with surprising agility for someone in her position.

Her thighs close tight around your waist as she sits down on your cock, impaling herself on your invading length. A sharp gasp escapes from her lips as she's engulfed by you. Her fingers dance across your chest, teasing your nipples while her free hand reaches back to grip the edge of the table for support. "Oh, you're so big," she moans, rocking her hips forward and back against yours in a mind-blowing rhythm.

Her breath comes faster as pleasure washes over her, and with it a newfound determination. She grinds herself harder on your cock, her hips moving in sharp thrusts that send waves of sensation through both of you. Her gaze locks onto yours, daring you to try and stop her now.

Her grip on the table tightens as you try to push her off, her determination fueling her passion. She growls low in her throat and leans forward, taking your lips with hers in a bruising kiss. One hand slides up your chest, clawing at your shoulder as she arches her back; the other wraps around her own thigh, lifting herself higher onto you.

Her hips roll sinuously against yours, driving your cock deeper inside her with each thrust. She digs her nails into your shoulders, leaving trails of red on your skin as she fucks you harder, faster; the sound of their slapping flesh filling the room. Sweat glistens on her forehead and upper lip as she bears down on you, her breasts jostled with each movement.

Her free hand reaches between your bodies, gripping your hair and guiding your face to meet hers in a punishing kiss. Her orgasm builds inside her, unyielding; she can feel it welling up with every stroke of your cock against her aching core. And as she finally comes, her body trembling from the force of her release, she growls again and bucks hard against you, riding out the last waves of pleasure on top of you.

Breathless and spent, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her hands rest weakly on your shoulders; her body limp except for the occasional tremor that runs through it. "Well," she rasps at last, "that was certainly... illuminating." And then, with a final sigh, she rolls off you and lies sprawled across the table, one leg dangling carelessly over its edge.