Holmes never missed a thing. "Watson, I believe you're fucking the evidence clerk at Scotland Yard."
I was amazed. "Holmes, how can you tell?"
"Elementary," she said. "That faint ring of red at the base of your cock matches her lipstick. I know I can't swallow that much of your length. Plus, your beard smells of her pussy."
I pondered this. "But Holmes, how do *you* know the smell of her pussy?"
She blushed and gave me self-satisfied grin. I laughed out loud. "What do you say I bring the little slut back here, and we can both have our way with her?"
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