Yet another wasted evening, I thought to myself as I climbed into my silver grey Saab, closed and locked the door and put my seat belt on.
Hubby, Tim, was away on a long business trip, leaving me alone and frustrated, which was par for the course as far as our marriage was concerned. If I didn't know any better, he was probably screwing his secretary right about then.
Far from relying on one of the several sex toys he had bought me, I had gone out, yet again, looking for a hot young stud to bring home and fuck in our bed. I was in my early 30's and had plenty of life left in me for many a decade. Being a MILF, I had a predilection for young men in their early 20's, a time when they are said to be at their peak. The only single guys at the bar I had visited were well into their 30's or older. No thanks!
No sooner had I gotten settled and started her up than the humming of the engine acted upon my needy body. I did my best to ignore it. Instead, I let the warm night air breeze over me as I made my way out of town, not going above 30mph. When I hit the open road, though, I wound up the window, put my foot down and accelerated to just under 50.
It was dark with hardly any other cars around. My pussy was still wet and humid from my expectations for the evening and so I drew up my black dress, which comes to three inches above my knee, to cool it down. I soon hit a long stretch of road and chanced stroking myself, just for the briefest of moments. As always, I'd gone to the bar without panties, making myself ready and available. My clit was hard while my shaved cunt displayed a dew-like moisture. I stroked my mound feeling just how wet I was as I held the steering wheel steady.
The road stretched on and on and I was soon stroking my clit, seeking an elusive orgasm as I concentrated on keeping the car in a straight line so as not to attract a highway patrol car; that being the last thing I needed right then.
Moments later, however, as I plunged my fingers deep inside my wetness, my slick folds giving way easily to my touch, my foot pressed down on the accelerator. Almost immediately, I heard the familiar sound of a police siren and caught sight of the blue-and-red lights in my rear-view mirror, causing my heart to race.
I pulled my car over to the side of the road and adjusted the skirt of my dress. It was hitched up just a little too high, causing a flash of thigh above my black lace top hold ups that could get me in all sorts of trouble. Not that it would matter in the end. All the same, I decided to leave a teasing amount of nylon showing as he climbed out of the car and made his way towards me.
He looked tall, pretty muscular and black! This would be a cinch, I told myself. All I had to do was flutter my eyelashes, slide those legs that won't stop against one another and promise to be on my way at a cautious speed like any good girl would.
Me, a good girl, not a chance in hell. It wouldn't be the first time I'd been pulled over for speeding while the officer in question and I had always come to an amicable arrangement on the backseat of his patrol car.
I watched as his knuckles rapped on the window and his fingers pointed for me to lower it. With a low noise, the window slid slowly down under my control. "Yes, officer, what seems to be the problem?" I asked, smiling at him as innocently as a nun.
"License and registration, ma'am," he said, his face almost level with mine.
Although it was dark, I managed to make him out. Black, no hair that I could see below his cap, deep brown eyes and muscles that stretched his shirt to almost bursting. Oh, and he was young, youthful, in fact. Yummy, I thought to myself while my pussy and clit went on high alert. I decided to play dumb. Sure, I had those, but he wasn't to know that.
I opened my bag, rummaged around for a bit and said, "Sorry, officer, I don't appear to have them. What now?" I sighed, fluttering my lashes at him just a bit as I said it.
He exhaled, clearly not swayed by my approach. ‘Oh lord, he's gaye,' I reasoned, only to look on the bright side. My ass was far from virgin territory, except to Tim. Maybe I could convert him to trying mine, I lusted inside as I awaited his next move.
"Name!" he exclaimed, having taken out his pad while holding his pen in readiness.
"Jane. Jane Osborne..." I said, inviting him to introduce himself so we could get on better terms. The last thing I needed, right then, was a speeding ticket from him.
He crouched down further to look at me. His stubble was clear even in the dark. I imagined it brushing against my spread thighs as he kissed and licked my lips with his warm wet lips and tongue.
"Do you know why you've been pulled over, Miss Osborne?"
The warmth of his breath snapped me back to reality. I tried to ignore the flood of juices that had just then drenched my dress yet again. "Was I going a little fast, officer?" I cooed, my pussy getting hotter and wetter as we played out a game; or so it seemed.
"A little fast," he guffawed. "I clocked you doing 60 in a 50 zone, Miss Osborne," he informed me.
"That fast. By the way, it's Mrs Osborne," I rejoined, ever one to correct the slip.
"Married, then."
"Yes, why?" I said, as he directed me to undo my seat belt and step out of the car.
Without hesitation, I did as he ordered, swinging my long toned legs out of the car and resting my five-inch heels on the asphalt.
As I went to stand, I caught him gazing at my cleavage, my firm breasts rising and falling with my heavy breathing. It didn't help that my dress was tight, enough to show the outline of each rock hard nipple, bra-less, of course, while the plunging neck left nothing to the imagination. I slowly rose up to face him, his imposing figure towering over me, even in my high heels.
"Husband not at home. Been drinking. I may need to breathalyse you," he cautioned me. I only had two white wine mixers, hardly worth the need, I reasoned, as he closed the door, only to usher me the few steps to the front wheel.
"Hands on the hood, please," he enjoined. He was quite adamant, his strong black hand on my shoulder urging me down.
"Shouldn't a woman police officer be doing this," I exclaimed, looking partway back over my shoulder my hands resting on the hood.
"You're out here speeding, with no ID or license. You're a married woman, who's dressed like a slut, while I have my suspicions," he intoned, almost smarmily, as he moved his hand towards the back of my dress.
"Uh-huh, just as I suspected," he said, and with a tone of accomplishment. Moments later, I felt a cool breeze as he drew up the skirt. I was powerless to stop him, even if I had wanted to. He'd felt the dampness on my dress and that pretty much told him all he needed to know, really.
My feet were almost an obscene distance apart as he ran his warm black fingers up my left thigh. I had to bite my lower lip to avoid betraying the sensations that were churning inside me as a young man's hand edged ever closer to my naked wet pussy.
To my dismay, he circled it up onto my round buttock, groping it and then lightly patting the exposed flesh before sweeping his hand down to my other thigh. I remained silent as his hand crept closer only for my body to react, uncontrollably. My thighs trembled at his nearness. All he need do was raise his finger and it would be touching my engorged wet lips. I urged my right foot out with a swing of my ankle, beckoning him to get on with it.
"What's a beautiful married woman like you doing driving alone at night, dressed to fuck?" he said, his warm breath flitting up to caress where his fingers were sorely needed.
"Hurmn," I moaned, finally. I so love having a man that close to my treasure box, however, it felt like torture; quite pleasurable as it so happened.
"You were playing with yourself, weren't you? That's why you were going so fast? You could have lost control and who knows," he said, his fingers lightly stroking my thigh but no more. ‘God, is he for fucking real,' I wondered to myself. There was a fire smouldering in my core, a climax percolating below the surface and all he could do was taunt and torture me.
"Yeah, you're just another lonely bored little housewife, all alone and looking for a good hard fuck?"
"Yes. I went out looking for a fuck. God, yes, more," I urged, flexing my knees to swallow more of his warm black fingers. The horny young cop had all four fingers inside my sopping wet pussy while his thumb ran measured circles around my clit.
"I knew it. Your tight fitting dress and those high fuck me heels, all for men, men younger than your husband and better lovers I don't doubt," he intoned.
"You bastard. Make me cum, please, I need to so fucking cum," I whimpered.
"Show me that ass."
"What!" I exclaimed, only to receive a resounding slap on my left buttock, the force causing me to recoil on his fingers, which thrust hard and deep inside me.
"Oh God, yes, again," I urged, as I slowly drew my wet lips up his fingers and waited.
"You like that?"
"Yes."
"You want more?"
"Oh God, please."
"Then, spread your ass."
He had me right where he wanted me. I was unable to resist. I moved my hands back and soon had my tight puckered asshole exposed to him.
"Nice. Tell me, does it get much of a workout?" he said, as he rotated his fingers just enough to rub my rosebud with the warm whorl of his thumb.
"If you mean, emn, more, do I like getting fucked up the ass, yes," I rejoined, and received a firm smack for my frankness.
"I bet you do," he said, his warm breath cascading over my anus. Moments later, I felt his warm wet tongue take over from his thumb and then it was back on my clit. I also felt a hand draw down the zip of my dress and caress my left breast, presently pulling and rolling the nipple.
All of a sudden, I realised, ‘that couldn't be right.' His left hand was up inside my pussy urging me to cum. ‘God, there were two of them.'
"Hadn't you fine young officers better introduce yourselves, your names, that is," I said, as I flexed back on the first one. My desire to cum ever more urgent.
"Michael's the one toying with your tits, while I'm officer Roland, at your service ma'am." Well, it does say ‘to serve and protect', on the side of police cars while stopping me served as a protection from possibly losing control and crashing, which I very much did when I subsequently came. I drenched Roland's fingers with my juices, which trailed down my humid thighs. He took them from me and wiped them around my asshole before teasing it with one soft fingertip, then a second and finally a third.
"Yes, fuck me, don't tease me, Roland, I'm horny as hell," I beseeched him, as I somehow rocked myself back, seeking more of his fingers to penetrate me where their cocks would hopefully go and where I was so in need of from them.
"Emn, about that breathalyser test," I crooned, my left hand pawing at Michael's bulge, which I traced all the way down to the tip as it hung against his thigh. It was certainly long and yet to be fully hard.
Standing me up, they turned me around. I had little time to admire Michael's physique as he drew the top up my dress off my shoulders and down my arms. The two black officers then slid my dress down my body, over my shapely hips, only to release it and let it fall in a crumpled heap around my ankles. In a matter of moments, I found myself naked before them, save for my lace top hold ups and black ‘fuck me' heels.
Michael must have removed his hat before joining us. His hair was black with short curls. Other than their faces being different, they could be twins the way they were built.
I chanced being charged with assaulting a police officer while on duty, as I rested a hand on each one's chest, neither of them undoing their shirts. I smiled, lust clear in my blue eyes.
"Now, for that, there," Michael said, indicating my hands with a gesture of his head. "We may have to restrain you," he cautioned me, reaching for and producing his handcuffs.
Roland, I noticed, had his hand suggestively on his nightstick, all long and black it was. My mind immediately imagined all the things it could do to me and for me.
"That's a long one," I said. "I haven't had one as long as that before," I cooed, sultrily.
"You like it big and black, then, Jane?" Michael said, as Roland slid out his baton from where it was holstered. All I could do was moan with anticipation, and then I was pushed back against my car, my bare round ass coming in contact with the cool metal of the front chassis.
I immediately moved my legs apart, and then slowly raised my right hand up to my lips, holding their gaze as I did and subsequently licked my fingers. I revelled in putting on a show for them as I spread my fuck lips with my left hand and enacted, almost, what I was doing before they caught me; my moist fingers stroking my clit in readiness to take Roland's nightstick where only a dildo, small by comparison, and a man's cock had otherwise been.
I watched as the long black baton, one that had hung well below Roland's knees was directed towards me. It was low. He teased me with it, sliding the dome shaped head up my inner left leg to my knee before doing the same to the other one. A tremble, a frisson of anticipation mixed with a decadent pleasure ran up my spine. This was so kinky and yet it seemed so right. I was about to be fucked by a police officer's nightstick.
"Hurmn," I trembled and sighed as it pottered up my inner thighs, stopping just short of my dripping wet cunt. He turned it to the side and I felt the drips against my humid thighs. I spread my raw pink sex in ofference to the black wooded intruder but he clearly wanted more; my consent and, more to the point, co-operation.
I grabbed it as I would any cock and poised it at my wet opening. I then swiped the tip back and forth along my slit and stopped. I breathed deeply and flexed down on it. It felt so different and good that I couldn't stop myself taking more of Roland's nightstick inside me.
"Oh fuck, yes, emn, more, I need this, I so fucking need to be fucked," I cried out, as a climax from somewhere inside me welled up. I was fucking a police officer's baton, not all or most of it; that would be a feat even for my cock hungry cunt.
When I came, my juices gushed down it, the sound of me dripping on it ringing out. They spared my ass the same, reserving it for their lovely big black dicks, which I subsequently wanted to get on more personal terms with.
Moments later, and as I lowered myself on my haunches, my hands slowly slid and wound their way down the police officers firm, fit torsos until they encountered each one's utility belt. I moved my fingers to Roland's zip and soon had it undone and my hand inside his pants. His young black cock sent a shiver up my arm as I felt its warmth. I dragged it out, all the while stroking his semi-hard dick. I marvelled at its length and girth and that's before he was fully hard, something I was looking forward to helping both Michael and him with.
"You boys are certainly big," I crooned, as I loosely grasped Michael's black dick and freed it from its prison.
I stroked them for a while, flitting and flicking my tongue over the tip of each warm velvety head in turn and getting ever more wetter for them. I then rose up on my haunches, enough that I was able to rub the moist head of each over and around my nipples. I even dribbled some saliva on them and rolled the head around each areola before releasing Michael and slapping Roland's black shaft between my tits a couple of times. I covered the crown with my lips, holding him in place and then pushed my shapely tits against his warm blood pulsating shaft. He had to be a good 10 inches, if not more. I dribbled some more and rocked myself up and down his cock, catching the head deep inside my mouth each time.
Presently releasing him, I took Michael the same, tasting his pre-cum and more as his generous length fucked my mouth. I was far from finished. I wanted their cum, sure, and a long hard fuck from each, both, even, which would be more than I got from Tim these days.
With my right hand grasping my left wrist behind me, Roland grabbed my auburn hair in a ponytail and slammed his cock at me as he drew me forward. I resisted the urge to gag as he fired his cockhead in and out of my throat with each firm swing of his hips, his balls slapping against my chin each time.
"So, husband away, right," he intoned, his thrusts coming in short sharp fits as just the head was fucked in and out of my throat while he held me still.
"Urmngh," I confirmed, while not seeing the point; the reason. I soon felt it, though, when he withdrew himself from me, still holding my head still, and stroked off three ropes of his creamy hot cum; the first splashed on my face while the second caught my tits. As it did, he directed me to open my mouth, which I gaped and then felt the recoil of the third on my palate and tongue. That was immediately followed by his semi-hard cock being stuffed back in my mouth as I swallowed his sticky essence. I sucked his cock dry of the residue and slathered my tongue along and around his black shaft, feeling it bourgeon inside me as I did. When I released him, officer Roland had a proud ‘nightstick', one that glistened in the low glare of their police car's head lights.
Almost immediately, Michael grabbed my head, one hand below my chin and the other on top of my head in an almost vice-like grip. He then fucked my mouth and throat the same, just as rough and equally hard until he too came. The first rope hit the back of my throat as he slowly withdrew himself. The second warm creamy solution splashed the walls of my mouth and cascaded, fountain-like, on my tongue as his pulsating shaft left me. I finally received another face drenching as the third, not as strong and potent as the others, creamed my upper lip and chin.
I reached up and grasped it and rubbed the head around the sea of spunk on my lips and chin and then wiped it over my cheeks then down over my chin, my neck and finally my warm undulating tits. I was breathing heavily by then my face a mess with warm drying cum but I couldn't care, Indeed, I didn't, as I stroked their cocks and licked their cum from Michael's cock, running my tongue all around it before taking his warm length between my lips and getting him just as hard as Roland.
I was horny, wet and in need of a good hard fuck as I was directed around to the front of my car. There, I was picked up by officer Roland, his ebony cock slick and shining in the beam of my headlights as it extended firm and horizontal from his groin, and plomped down on the cool hood of my car.
"You're wet, aren't you," he intoned, as he urged my bent legs out and back with his firm hands. He'd made sure of that with his investigation and pummelling of my dripping wet cunt.
"Yes," I replied, my hands braced behind me in readiness for the hard rough railing that was coming my way.
No prior foreplay was dwelt on me. They had a job to do other than fuck me, and fuck me they did. I watched as Roland took up a position between my splayed thighs. His black dick, all 10+ inches of it, contrasted with my white mound as he stroked the head up and down my slit, making it more than wet enough, that he smiled at me and then rammed his full length deep inside my needful body.
"Fucker. You enjoyed, God, yes, that," I exclaimed, as filled me. He then withdrew his big black dick to halfway and shoved it back, each time under his firm forceful control.
"Likewise, you," he said, ever confidently, as he began a more rhythmic motion. It was hard, but, as I looked down between the valley of my tits, crusted in drying cum from him, his hand was around the lower portion. Soon after, he withdrew his cum-slick shaft each time and guided it back in. I was that open for him.
To my surprise, while not caring about the possible implications, far from fingers or a thumb stroking my clit (Roland holding my right buttock with his left hand), Michael, from my left side, was leant over the car his tongue extended to lick my distended clit inches from his fellow officer's cock meat.
Okay, so it wasn't the tip, but it soon had me deliriously rocking my head back and from side to side as my orgasm gained momentum, only to suddenly feel Roland withdraw himself, yet again and this time slap his cockhead on my puffy wet mound.
Michael moved away also and the next slap came crashing down on my clit with a force that made me yelp and then my dam burst as I came.
"You lovely bastards," I whimpered, as Roland stepped back. His cock was covered in a gloss-like lacquer of my cum juices, enough, that it dripped from him. ‘God, was I really that wet for them,' I marvelled to myself, as I welcomed Michael between my spread thighs. Not enough for him, though, as he grasped my thighs and pushed them against the metal hood.
"Let me get a proper taste of this delicious pussy," he hummed. ‘Oh yes, please,' I thrilled to myself. If his recent delicate touches to my clit were anything to go by, I was in for a most wonderful treat.
He started at the base. Well, my ass to be exact. I was so damn wet that some of my cunt juices had trailed down my body. I resisted giggling as he swirled and swathed his tongue around my puckered rosebud, teasing me with it as I watched his head move.
I had little idea or concern as to where officer Roland was, my sole concentration was fixed firmly between my tits and spread thighs.
"Ooo yes, emn, like that, Michael," I moaned my pleasure and urged him more as he, his warm wet tongue flattened out, slithered it from side to side, drawing it up my wet slit inch by pleasurable inch. He flicked my lips and I cried out, demanding more. I was so close to yet another climax. I so loved having my pussy eaten that way, not that Tim bothered lately.
He had decided the time was right for us to start a family and so I was little more than a cum receptacle to him. I certainly wasn't looking forward to getting knocked up and fat so young and so I took a morning after pill to counter his expectations. Now, these two, I'd happily let them knock me up, fill me with their hot potent cum, but how would I explain things nine months later.
My clit was being tugged firmly as Michael delved his tongue into the warm wet recesses of my cunt. He then began fucking me with it. I managed to brace myself on my left hand and stroked his short brown curls, presently grasping them loosely as my climax gathered momentum. I came in a display of fireworks behind my closed lids as I held him to me and drenched his face with my outpour. I rubbed his lips over and around mine as I bucked my hips at him.
That had to be the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had from just having my pussy eaten and I shivered as he gave my insides a quick swirl of his adroit tongue before withdrawing it. ‘Time for Mr cock to get acquainted with Mrs pussy,' I thought to myself, eagerly.
Having he raised his full frame up, I slowly weaved my fingers down Michael's torso. There it stood, drawbridge-like, big, black and long, not necessarily in need of any guidance, but, all the same, he remained still, waiting.
My hand came to rest on his warm shaft. I continued to watch as I stroked it, urging the head that bit closer to its destiny, my horny wet pussy. It had to be creaming the hood of my car by then.
"Yes," I sighed, when I touched the swollen glans against my wet crease, feeling the warm smoothness of the crown as I traced it up and down the very same path his tongue had just followed.
The head popped inside with consummate ease. I urged myself up and forward fucking myself on the first few inches then down as far as my hand as I continued to stroke him. The wanton slut in me took over. The night air had taken on a cool breeze. My nipples were hard and pointing ever upward, tingling from the cool air as it added to my stimulation.
I released Michael's cock and, with both hands braced behind me, began to swing forward on it. "Fuck me, come on, do it hard, ram it up me. Yes, more, again," I cried out.
Moments later, I somehow drew my legs onto his shoulders. That gave us both the freedom to swing our bodies more freely, me in particular. It was certainly different, position-wise, that's for sure, and most rewarding. I came. Not as powerfully as before when I had Michael's tongue so far up inside me that I thought it might...well, you know, without a need to exaggerate.
"How do you want that lovely ass of yours drilled, Jane?" Roland enquired, as Michael, intent on making me cum again, banged my pussy relentlessly as I hung onto him.
"So long as I get to be the meat in a wholemeal sandwich as well, pretty much as you want me," I said.
"You like being double teamed, then," Michael breathed, and thrust himself that bit harder, that bit deeper and that bit forceful. As our bodies collided, a loud smacking noise of flesh hitting against flesh rang out in the night air.
"You'll be my first black sandwich. Usually, it's white or one of each," I told them, as Roland stroked my clit, eager to make me cum and get his cock up my backdoor.
As tempting as it was, I nonetheless left Michael's erection covered in my dripping wet juices as I accepted their hands and stepped down via the bumper. I smiled, saucily, as I turned around and leant forward, wiggling my ass teasingly and provocatively for them. I looked part way over my shoulder as I reached back and flexed my butt cheeks with my fingers a few times before gaping my ass invitingly for them.
"Which one of you lovely black studs would like to shove his big, black, dick [I spelt out each word] right up this white slut's tight white ass for her?" I cooed, and then watched and waited.
Michael stepped forward first, only to drop to his knees. I then felt his warm breath on my exposed asshole followed moments after by his tongue dabbing my bloomed rosebud.
"Yes, emn," I moaned. I leant forward, my shapely tits and nipples pressed against the hood of my car, and moved my feet further apart.
"Come on, fuck my ass. Shove that big black dick of yours up my tight little asshole for me," I appealed to him.
"How do you want it, Jane?" Roland, stood to the side I was turned, said.
"Hard, I want it hard, and deep, lovely and deep and hard," I crooned, Michael's fingers, curled underneath and between my obscenely splayed thighs, stroking my pussy and clit.
"Yes, give me that cock, right in my ass," I crooned, as, stood up, the bulging head pressed against my tight opening.
With a combination of his saliva and my pussy juices, the crown slipped in and burrowed deeper, taking the rest of him with it. God, he was big, and that's saying something with what felt like half his length up me.
"Fuck yes!" I cried out, as he rammed the remainder, balls deep, in my backdoor - what a wonderful first class delivery, if I say so myself.
I gasped for air afterwards, "Huh, huh, huh," as he slowly withdrew himself the same. By then, he had his hands on my hips to steady me and again, he rammed and thrust his black meat deep inside me.
"Oh God, yes, more, again. Fuck my ass like that, do it, yes," I cried out. I had my head turned forward and bowed down as Michael set about banging my ass relentlessly. Roland, though, grabbed my hair, pulled it and my head up and turned me towards him.
"What's he doing, Jane?"
"He's pounding my dirty, filthy fucking ass," I rejoined.
"Yes, and you like it, don't you."
"Yes, I like it, I like it. I like being fucked in the ass by big black dick. Fuck my ass, Michael, fuck my ass," I cried out, with a low whimper, the odd tear of joy escaping to roll down my cheek.
When they switched on me, I had yet to cum from Michael's pounding, Roland removed my hands and directed the right one to my pussy and clit and placed the left on his cock, not that it was needed as, even with him spreading my ass cheeks to an all new openness, his muscle control zeroed the warm smooth turgid head on my gaping anus.
I popped that monster up my asshole and stroked some more inside me as I rocked back on my pins. As with Michael, and having moved my hand to rest on his flank, he rammed the remainder deep and hard inside me.
More words, filthy nasty slutty words escaped my lips as he fucked his big black meat up my ass and I stroked my clit with earnest and swung him at me as I pushed back to meet him.
Of all the DP's I'd ever enjoyed, theirs was different. Far from my having to kneel over one of them on the cold asphalt while the other pounded my backdoor from behind and then reversed position to ride the one below me, Michael perched himself on the front of the car and then had me back myself into him and onto his cock, which slipped up my well-fucked asshole with ease. Roland approached me, and together they raised my right leg up and swung my knee over Roland's left forearm, thereby making me open for him to slide his length into my ever dripping wet cunt.
"Oh yes, that's it, like that, so fucking lovely. Now, fuck me. Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, make me cum on your big black dicks, mother fuckers," I cried out, encouragingly.
I was banged senseless by them and came twice, so senseless that I forgot to warm Michael when I had my legs wrapped around his waist and they were bouncing me up and down as if I was a rag doll, not to cum in my unprotected pussy. I was tempted to leave it as I welcomed his hot potent black cum juice deep inside my cervix while Roland added to my ongoing climax and pulsating euphoric pleasure by firing three creamy hot ropes in my backside. It's so damn fucking lovely when we all cum at the same time.
Having let me down, I once again squatted before them and sucked and licked each police officer's black dick clean.
"You okay, now, no more need to be distracted?" Michael said, as I sat on the seat and swung my legs inside.
"Yes and no; no more need to play with myself. You've both taken care of that itch remarkably well. I may be back this way tomorrow, though," I hinted with a minxy smile, and drew my seat belt across my shapely bust while my leaking pussy served as a conscious reminder for me to get a morning after pill the next day.
"Thank you, officers, thank you for everything," I said, and then pulled away at a steady 45 mph.
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