Cop uniform undone, tits bouncing free. Bent over the armrest of that same leather couch where she pretended to work reports. He didn’t expect this—didn’t expect her—but here she is riding him like a fucking whore in plain sight. Belt off now, stockings rolled down past her knees. She knew someone was watching when they walked in. Didn’t stop grinding down on him until the cushions were soaked through with his cum dripping out between her legs. Then flips onto her back like it’s nothing—tits heavy, lips swollen—and pulls him right back inside before he can catch his breath. No lube needed when you’ve got this kind of heat.
