Fifi Foxx The Bound Detective Hd

Date 17-08-2021, 16:59
Model: Fifi Foxx

Without the station’s knowledge, Detective Foxx has decided to take matters into her own hands. She knows her suspect is guilty, and she stops before his house, “I guess this is the place.” Before entering, she looks around the gate, calling for him, but gets no response. “Hello? Detective Foxx. Hello, is anyone there?” she says, knocking on the front door.
She decides to walk in, clenching her hand around the handcuffs in her purse. The detective is cautious, “Mr. Valentine, I just have a couple of questions for you regarding the case. I hope you don’t mind, but you didn’t answer, so I just walked in.” She searches the area for him, shouting his name multiple times, until she stumbles across his wallet on a table. “Mr. Valentine, I know you’re here. Your wallet is here.”
As she continues to walk around the house, the suspect watches from the crack of a nearby room. With a rag in hand, he waits for the detective to turn her back, then sneaks out and knocks her out. She attempts to scream through the rag, but is muffled, and soon her eyes roll and flutter. She falls limp into her suspect’s arms, and is dragged to the couch.
Mr. Valentine runs his hands down her body, groping and squeezing her chest. He takes his time undressing her, manipulating and moving her limp limbs to get the dress off of her. He pulls down her bra to lick her nipples, and moves her panties to the side to rub her clit. With only her lingerie, stockings, and heels on, he binds her body with a hogtie.
After a few hours, the detective wakes up foggy-headed and disoriented. She immediately feels the discomfort and panics, struggling to free herself from the rope. “I’ve been expecting you,” Mr. Valentine says, groping her body. “Mr. Valentine, I knew it was you the whole time!” she shouts. “Let me go right now!” He violently pulls her head towards him, “You’re gonna suck my fucking cock.”
She cries and shouts at him, but he ignores her and undresses himself. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says, lifting her head up by the hair, and prying her mouth open. He face-fucks her, and she gags, drooling all over his cock and the floor. Barely giving her enough time to regain composure, he jams his cock back into her mouth, and begins thrusting.
“Aw, they didn’t send back-up for you?” he says, taunting her. “Shut the FUCK up, I came by myself,” she replies, trying to catch her breath. He continues to shove his cock into her mouth, making her give him a blowjob. Exhausted, she cries, “Please stop,” but he only further degrades her, slapping her on the face with his cock. Her makeup runs as her eyes water and tear up from the mouth-fucking.
He pulls her hair, “You want me to let you go, right? Then you’re going to do whatever the FUCK I tell you. You understand?” He continues to face-fuck her, causing her to gag, drool, cough, and pant for air. In her weakened state, she curses at him, but gets her mouth stuffed with his cock.
Once he’s satisfied, he gets over top of her and begins jerking his cock. The detective lets out a pathetic, “Please don’t,” but he coats her face with his huge load of cum. She cries, horrified, and shouts threats at him. “You know they’re gonna FUCKING find you. You’re gonna be locked up forever, you sick FUCK.”
Sick of hearing her mouth, he knocks her out again. Her eyes roll and flutter, and she quickly gets knocked out. The suspect searches through her purse and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He unties her hands from the hogtie and binds them together with the cuffs, then connects the rope to them.
Mr. Valentine then grabs her phone and dials the number to the police station, “Yes, I think we have an officer down. Come right away.”