The Informant

India's a stone-cold bitch of a cop who doesn't flinch. She's tailed Tiffany for months and still hasn't pinned her down the way she wants. Tiffany's got the feds watching her back and some criminal empire behind her. When she offers to work a knot out of India's shoulders, India lets her. Those hands move with purpose, sliding lower until the tension melts. India's guard drops and the massage turns into something hotter, the two of them tangled in a slick 69, tongues working while petite Tiffany stays focused on the prize. India rides that mouth until her legs shake, then flips around and returns the favor, burying her face between those smooth thighs until Tiffany comes hard. When the afterglow fades, India figures she may as well keep coming back. The intel keeps flowing, and so does the fun.