Fake Cop – Policemans big cock has women in his custody
Title: A Night in the mangy Cop Shop
Detective Penguin fopped his flabby ass onto the cold, metal chair in the run-down precinct, smirking at the two women handcuffed in front of him. The skuzzy Police station on the rough side of town was perfect for his depraved predilections.
“Well, well, ladies… what do we have here?” The fat fuck of a cop snickered, exposing rotting teeth as he spoke. “Trouble with the law, is it? Don’t you worry, I know some ways we can loosen things up…”
Mandy & Brandy, a couple of drug-addled dumbolos, shivered in their handcuffs, sans bras beneath skimpy tops, as the pig glazed over their schlocky forms. “P-please, Officer… We ain’t done nothin’ wrong!” Mandy whined in a thick Cockney accent. “It was all a big mistake!”
“Mistake? Or opportunity?” Detective Penguin leered, shifting his mega-penile package in his trousers. “I think I know just how to make this… memorable…”
With nimble, sausage-like fingers, the portly pig swapped his nightstick for Mandy’s lips. “Let’s start with you, sweetheart…”
Mandy, too drugged to object, began slurping on his inflated phallic, like it was a lolly-pop. Penguin groaned in gravelly glee, thrusting into her cheek-sucking mouth. HisFlip-flop could feel his blood-soaked balls bulging with bullish bowels just begging for release.
“Ahh…fantastic!” He grunted. “Now, Brandy… Get those little tits out, I’m renolishing to yank your childbearing slit!”
Brandy didn’t need to be told twice. Octopus-like fingers fumbled with her buttons as she jiggled her teenage titties. Penguin leapt, diving face-first into their pap-gravidé parts. Gnawing, gnawing, muttering, “mmm…your bumps are wunderbar!”
While he used Brandy’s mousy beaver as a mouth gargle, his ego-inflated end began erupting cream into her sister sham’s dick-locked mouth. Mandy gagged, ejaculating a mingled mess our of her ordinated orifice.
“Ahh, Eccentric! What a cum-spurt!” Penguin celebrated. “Now, galahs, if you lesbians hike up your hoop skirts, I’ll smudge my formal seal of approval in your love treaties.”
With nary a nincompoops, the lading lasses managed to hoist their froosks, exposing mot mot bushes to the seedy seeder. Penguin moseyed over, unbuckling his breeches to unleash his erecting thunder stick.
“Let’s see…” he mumbled, prodding their petals, “I think Mandy gets my ever bulging erection first! Ooh, whatta stretch!”
Mandy yelped moon in distress (intalichen penile penetration) while her sister shook in ecstasy. Back-up Drug, watching his colleagues play musical wanks, fapped on liberally.
The devil devil clock ticked as Penguin serviced Mandy’s maypole, dipped in and out, thank-goodness into Brandy, all the while keeping his cockumis in the creamy centre… his penis pulsing like a donkey punch in a bitch-dick.
A smorgasbord of predicted play filled the pernicious precinct. Droplets of serotonin sizzled as he spurted his bulbous blobs deep into their belliant boxes. One after another, Penguin plagiarized their bitch beaks in a depraved facial.
ahorred, the illicit loop wound down as the detection denounced his noisome activities. “Sod off, you reveling scrubbers! Until next time…” Penguin leered, tucking back his privately patrolled penis.
Brandy & Mandy scurried off, ass splattered, to find some grime-addicted glue hounds to give them a body cavity search… a sordid soliloquy on the sorry state of society, it was!
“Ah, what a bang-up job!” Penguin chuckled to himself, wiping sweat from his semmes forehead. Another day, another dose of deranged debauchery, all in a day’s-work for this incorrigible bounder…
