Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
I’ve always had the utmost respect for law enforcement, but recently, I’ve had the urge to be really, really bad. I think it stems from the fact that all the new deputies in our county are just fucking hot as fuck! All these rugged, sexy officers make my panties get all sticky with only one look. There was word running around town that a speed trap was being set up on the main road, and I couldn’t let the opportunity to get frisked pass me by.
I hopped into my little SUV, wearing the smallest skirt I owned and a tank top that stood no chance of holding up my beautiful tits. Then I raced into town, already fidgety from my fantasies about the soon-to-be officer who would be pulling me over.
Excuse Me, Officer
I made sure not to use my signals when turning and had the radio up stupidly loud as I searched for this speed trap, praying I hadn’t heard the roads wrong. Then it happened. The flash of red and blue lit up my rearview mirror, and I pulled off to the shoulder.
“Ma’am,” The sexy man in uniform said as he walked up to my rolled-down window. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” I watched as he lifted his dark sunglasses and his big green eyes scanned up and down my exposed body.
“Don’t see how it matters.” I sassed. Just aching for him to drag me out of the car and put me in cuffs.
“Oh, you don’t?” He pulled the car door open and let me get a good look at the heavy tool belt around his hips. My, my, this officer sure was packing! “Ma’am, please get out of the car.” My dreams were coming true!
I jumped out, and he spun me around. Then pressed my body to the back door. I could feel his cock hardening against my hip, and he yanked my wrists behind my back. “Do you have anything that’s going to poke or stick me?” He demanded.
“No,” I grinned. “But I sure as hell hope you got something that’s going to stick me.”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270