When Bethany gets caught driving without a license, she’s in big trouble. Soon, she’s surrounded by four sexy cops who have more on their minds than law and order. Will she be able to meet their demands?
Warning: this 7400-word story features a reluctant virgin, cunnilingus, deep-throating, extreme defloration, anal pounding, double penetration, and two double-stuffed holes, and is for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
“Do you have contraband in your car, young lady?”
“No,” I squeaked.
“How about on your person?” He slid his large, rough, warm hands up my torso to just under my breasts, and despite myself, my ni**les puckered against my snug-fitting blouse.
“No,” I said, and this time my voice was husky.
“Are you positive?” he said. His voice had deepened, and a different kind of tension began to coil in my belly. “I think I’d better check.” He cupped my breasts, and I gasped. “Sensitive, are they?” He nuzzled my neck as his hands squeezed my t*ts, plucking at my ni**les, and sensation jolted down to my core.
“Oh! Please!” I couldn’t help squirming, which only made my backside rub against his crotch, and soon something hard was pressing against my cleft. To my shock, I realized my panties were getting wet.
“Are you smuggling anything in your bra?” he said, his breath tickling my ear.
“No!”
“Can’t be too sure,” he said, and undid the ties of my crop top.
When Bethany gets caught driving without a license, she’s in big trouble. Soon, she’s surrounded by four sexy cops who have more on their minds than law and order. Will she be able to meet their demands?
Warning: this 7400-word story features a reluctant virgin, cunnilingus, deep-throating, extreme defloration, anal pounding, double penetration, and two double-stuffed holes, and is for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
“Do you have contraband in your car, young lady?”
“No,” I squeaked.
“How about on your person?” He slid his large, rough, warm hands up my torso to just under my breasts, and despite myself, my ni**les puckered against my snug-fitting blouse.
“No,” I said, and this time my voice was husky.
“Are you positive?” he said. His voice had deepened, and a different kind of tension began to coil in my belly. “I think I’d better check.” He cupped my breasts, and I gasped. “Sensitive, are they?” He nuzzled my neck as his hands squeezed my t*ts, plucking at my ni**les, and sensation jolted down to my core.
“Oh! Please!” I couldn’t help squirming, which only made my backside rub against his crotch, and soon something hard was pressing against my cleft. To my shock, I realized my panties were getting wet.
“Are you smuggling anything in your bra?” he said, his breath tickling my ear.
“No!”
“Can’t be too sure,” he said, and undid the ties of my crop top.