Detective Jay Whitman couldn’t bring his mind to forget. He smiled inwardly, lifted and curled his legs over his desk, and brought his pen to his mouth, “God, what an ass she had! The things I do to that, fuck!” His dick stirred a bit under his pants making him shift uncomfortably at his seat. With that, his mind was back to work, but the stirring image of Carla Martinez’s ass, shapely, high and all-so spankable in those...