“Stop where you are, madame!” Holmes shouted out to a woman who was walking down the street, alone. The woman stopped in her tracks and turned to see Holmes and Watson running towards her.
“Yes? What is it?” She asked, wide eyed.
“We are on a case.” Watson replied quickly and out of breath.
“Really? What case is that?” She asked.
“I cannot tell you the exact nature of the case except for the fact that you, Madame, seem to match the description that was given by an eye witness. Above all else, all clues has led us to you.” Holmes said.
“Me? But how?” She asked.
“Before we get into that, please state your name.” Holmes requested of her.
“My name is Tabrin and you are?” She asked, provokingly.
“I am Sherlock Holmes and this is Watson. First and foremost, you must be cooperative if we are to get anywhere. Now, Tabrin, where were you the night of the big celebration?” He asked.
“I-I was at home. Alone. Why do you ask?” She responded.
“That is most curious because if you are indeed the woman we are in search of, you were not alone and at home but somewhere else entirely.” He said.
“I have no reason to lie. I haven’t done anything wrong.” She said.
“Yes, of course. Though, maybe you just don’t remember all the events of that night? Perhaps you aren’t lying as much as you are withholding information? Maybe both? Whichever the case, all signs lead to you, Tabrin. The woman in question was said to have a heart tattoo on her bosom. Which means that we are going to have to ask you to pull bring down your top just so that we can see the top of the right bosom. Would you mind pulling down your brassier?” He asked.
“Right here? Right now?” Watson asked Holmes with doubt in his voice.
“It’s elementary, my dear Watson. We must strike while the iron is hot. If she is guilty, she now knows that we are on to her and will try to dispose of the evidence. There’s no time like the present and time is growing ever more vulnerable. We must make right here and now the place and time. And we mustn’t leave until we are satisfied with our findings or lack thereof.” He said to Watson. He then turned his attention back to Tabrin. “Beginning with your bosom. Would you be so kind as to pull down your brassier a tad?” He asked.
“I can do better than that.” Tabrin said as she pulled down her top, completely exposing her breasts.
Both in disbelief of her actions, Sherlock and Watson gazed on at her breasts. Sherlock cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure.
“Yes, well, thank you. Watson, please search her, uh, breasts.
“With pleasure.” Watson said with a smile. “Your bosoms are so soft and your nipples so thick and hard.” He said, nearly drooling at the mouth.
“Being out in the open like this, with you two, I must say, turns me on quite a bit.” Tabrin squeezed her breasts and pulled at her nipples. “You may lick them if you’d like.” She said before biting her lip in a seductive manner. “And Sherlock, I’m sure being the great detective that you are, would want to do a thorough job. I suggest that you check my ass, just to cover all the bases. Be sure to use the right tool and pick any hole to dig a little deeper.”
“That is an excellent suggestion, if I do say so myself.” He said as he rushed around to her rear and lifted her dress. “No, knickers! Very, very nice indeed.” He whipped out his cock. “We will do as we must! Let’s have at her, Watson!” Holmes ran his cock between her ass and down to her pussy before jamming his cock into her, seemingly, tiny asshole.
“You take it so deep. Oh, yes.” Watson said as he slowly ran his entire cock in and out of Tabrin’s mouth. “I think this might be my favorite case yet.” He said jokingly.
“Your ass swallows my cock whole! So soft and jiggles in such a way that drives me to pound you until I’ve drained myself into the depths of YOU--OOO!” Holmes said as he emptied his load.
“How about we continue this investigation at my place?” Tabrin said with a wink.
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