Poirot watch's Captain Hastings and Miss Lemon Fuck

Poirot returned to his apartment after solving another case. He sat at his desk and thought about the afternoon the loose ends had been tied up. He as was his custom got all the suspects into the room then went around each in turn and explained why each one had a motive to do the murder. He smiled as he remembered the look on the inspector Jap’s face when the culprit was finally revealed.
He heard a low moan come from Miss Lemon’s office. Thinking she was unwell he went to the door, opened it, to be confronted with the sight of Miss Lemon bent over the desk dress pulled up while Captain Hastings trousers around his ankles banging away at her pussy with all the vigour of a young stud.
Poirot was taken completely by surprise as He had never given a thought to Miss lemon as a woman or Captain Hastings as a man, they were just people.
“What is going on?” Poirot asked.
Good God Poirot I would have thought someone who has little grey cells and can solve even the most difficult crimes could work out I’m fucking Miss Lemon.”, Said Captain Hasting without slowing in his efforts.
“And you’re doing such a wonderful job of it, just a little harder Captain Hastings, A little deeper, as deep as you can. MMMMM, That’s lovely you have such a large cock; it must be the longest and thickest I’ve ever had?
This to Poirot was a revelation not only was Miss Lemon enjoying the attention of Captain Hastings she had it seems in the past experienced a parade of lovers.
Miss Lemon let out a moan, arched her back, her body stiffened and went into a long shuddering orgasm.
Captain Hastings likened it to riding a bucking bronco. Miss Lemons hips thrust back and forward riding his cock as hard and long as her orgasm lasted then she collapsed onto her desk and her ink blotter and pen-tidy ended up on the floor.
“Oh that was wonderful thank you, Captain Hastings,” said Miss Lemon said still bent over the desk gasping for breath.

Captain Hastings observed the soft skin of the exposed buttocks and wondered did he dare to slip into that tight anus.
Miss Lemon recovered enough to tell him to sit in her chair she knelt down took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it deeply.
Mmmm I love the taste of my own cum on a cock “Miss Lemon explained.
Poirot watched her ruby red lips close over Captain Hastings purple headed penis.
Poirot amazed that women could get something that long and thick into her mouth. But he watched her ruby lips moving up and down the wet shaft.
Poirot being an observer of humanity was fascinated by the sight of Hastings laying back in the chair and Miss Lemon, the prim Miss Lemon working her magic.
One hand cupped Hastings balls and the other circled the base of his cock. Starting slowly she stroked him. A downward dip of her head and an upward movement of her hand
Hastings gasped and pushed his hips up into Miss Lemons face. She rubbed and sucked harder and faster.
Hasting’s cock jerked he let out a long sigh and his hot cum filled Miss Lemon’s mouth, she swallowed it down taking every last drop, then licked her lips. Waste not, want not she thought.
Taking a small handkerchief from her handbag dabbed at her chin where a small amount of cum had run down from her mouth.
“That was lovely, thank you, Captain Hastings, most enjoyable now if you will excuse me I’ll go and tidy myself up and then get back to work”
She went into the restroom and lifting her dress placed her hands down her knickers and with her right hand slipped her fingers into her wet pussy and with the left hand fingered her clitoris.
MMM, she thought fingers are good but a cock is better.