2 DD officers of the law strap on justice

I came home and two detectives were waiting. Both of them: tall, stacked, serious uniforms tight across their chests. They’d let themselves in. The brunette with the glossy black ponytail sat on the couch, legs spread, pen in hand. The redhead leaned against the doorframe, badge catching the light every time she shifted her weight. I could smell the sharp note of their leather duty belts and the faint spice of perfume under sweat. They didn’t start gentle. They pressed me for answers, voice low, breath warm when they leaned close. Every question dragged their breasts nearer, round and heavy, until it stopped being about the questions and started being about how much tighter those tops could stretch. I felt hands on my shoulders, then fingers threading through my hair. The cuffs came off and belts dropped. They pushed me backward until the back of my knees hit the couch. I ended up on my back, legs spread, one officer kneeling between them. She had already unbuckled her strap-on—thick, matte black, slick with lube. The other straddled my face, uniform skirt hiked up, slick cunt pressed to my mouth. She tasted like warm metal and salt. Her partner lined up and pushed the toy inside me in one long, steady thrust. The silicone stretched me wide; every slow pump sent a jolt up my spine. I gasped against the redhead’s pussy. Her thighs flexed around my head. She rode my tongue in tight circles while her partner drove the strap deeper, faster, the base slapping my clit on every stroke. The pace turned greedy. One pulled my hair so I had to look up; the other ground her clit against the heel of my hand. Wet sounds filled the room—skin against skin, fabric shifting, the obscene, rhythmic slap of the harness. The brunette leaned down, voice hoarse in my ear, telling me to take it deeper, come for her, soak the cushions. My whole body tightened. I came hard, thighs shaking around the strap. They kept going until I felt the redhead spasm on my tongue, a low moan leaving her throat, then her weight easing back as the couch creaked beneath us.