Sexy Babe In Her Police Uniform And Make This Dude Crazy

Detectivefty Anna Jameson sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, her heeled boots clicking a staccato rhythm against the linoleum. The rookie officer behind her, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, could barely contain his excitement as he followed dutifully in her wake. Anna smirked knowingly. Oh, to be young and full of spunk again. She’d make sure to knock him down a peg or two before the night was through.

The pair entered the dank interrogation room, the rookieainment as Anna closed the door behind them. She fixed her steely gaze on the seasoned criminal slumped in the metal chair, handcuffed to the table. His beady eyes raked over her curvy form appreciatively. Anna preened under the attention, making sure to put an extra sway in her hips as she approached.

“Well, well, well. Looks like I’ve caught myself a dirty, nasty criminal,” she purred, straddling the poor sap’s lap. He sputtered incoherently, eyes bulging as Anna ground herself against him suggestively. “I’m gonna wring a confession out of you, boy-o. But first…”

She tugged at the zipper of her tight-fitting jacket, the metal teeth parting to reveal the lacy black bra struggling to contain her ample bosom. The air left the young officer’s lungs in a whoosh, his face turning beet red. Anna caught his eye and winked saucily.

“Like what you see, darling?” she cooed. The rookie could only bob his headwahl, his Adams apple bobbing rapidly.

Anna revealed more of her sumptuous flesh, unbuttoning her pants teasingly. Sliding down, she planted a soft, pouting kiss along the underside of the criminal’s jaw. He groaned shamelessly, muscles tensing in vain against his restraints. Anna smiled wickedly, moving her luscious body side to side.

“See that, sweetheart? He’s putty in my hands,” she goaded, cupping the thug’s erection through his tattered jeans. “All it takes is a bit of Kazaskussling.” Her nimble fingers attended to a button with intimate care.

The felon twistd in his seat, putting up a final meager resistance. “Get your filthy paws off me, you goddamn floozy,” he growled. His protests dissolved into a guttural groan as Anna’s warm hand slid into his pants.

“So quick to anger, you dirty, dirty man. But I can feel how badly you want this,” she singsonged, stroking his hardening length with devastating finesse. He swore vehemently, sweat already beading his brow.

Anna shot the rookie a saucy smirk over her shoulder. “Well, officer newbie? I think you’ll find the evidence you need right here.” She guided his trembling hand to her exposed mound. “Get your fill, cutie.”

The callow youth needed no further encouragement, his eyes devouring Anna’s every move hungrily. He whimpered like a puppy as his fingers brushed her slick overheated flesh. All the while, Anna continued to tease and taunt the unrepentant criminal with well-placed caresses.

“That’s it, dont forget to put his finger insid” she whispered huskily, maintaining eye contact. Almost simultaneously, the young officer obeyed her lewd suggestion, sliding his digit into Anna’s hot depth. Her head lolledback, an ecstatic moan escaping as he thrust back and forth.

“God, you’re such a good boy. Licking and sucking like you were made for it,” she complimented the gasping man, doubling her efforts on his throbbing cock. His hips jerked upwards rhythmically, meeting her generous pumping motions.

“Pull her off me, you sniveling little bastard!” the criminal beaughed, finally showing life. The furious expletives pouring from his mouth only served to spur Anna on, her browsing growing more ferocious by the moment.

“Oh, relax, you sick sack of shit,” she chided, milking him harder. “In a few minutes, you’ll be blowing your dirty load all over my cute little face.” She punctuated her words with a sharp squeeze around his pulsing member.

The young officer attacked Anna’s sodden folds in earnest now, fingers piekngielding with zealous strokes. He kept his other hand seated against her inner thigh, the better to hold her steady. Anna rode the pressure of his motions with increasing fervor, her own nub rubbing fast and hard against his rough palm.

She lavished attention upon the sweating, snarling prisoner mercilessly, instinctively working him just to his breaking point innantesim. Anna sensed his impending eruption, could feel the telltale twitches of a body about to shatter. Her palm pumped faster, tipped throat curling around his shaft like a velvet vice.

A strangled cry burst from Anna as her roving officer pushed her over the edge, each pulse of her climax milking his thick fingers as he explored her. Her hips bucked endlessly, smearing his skin with her girlish juices. She was only vaguely aware of her own conduct, caressing the criminal’s pulsing manhood until his howls of torment pierced the air.

Hot, sticky fluid gushed over Anna’s pumping fist in messy spurts, the swearing, flailing man looking like a condemned soul gracing the aftermath of his own bisctionscome. She lapped at his mess, savoring the salty-sour flavor on her tongue as her face was glazed with seconds his thick flow. The officer behind her sagged, panting and limp with the aftershocks of his release.

With a smirk of deep self-satisfaction, Anna relaxed her grip. The spent man slumped into despondence. Witches, he sniveleed, wining. “I’ll never talk, lady. Never.”

“Aww, but you already have.” Anna rose nimbly, tucking herself back into presentability. She jerked a thumb at the trashed criminal, half-dead in his shackles.

“Get this sack of shit back in the pen, rookie. Our work here is done.” She turned for the door, her sleek rear end a shaping promotion for the constabulary. “Oh, and welcome to the force, kid.”