Police Bruta1ity

Asa wasn’t expecting company. Least of all the kind in uniform. The knock was polite—too polite—yet the moment Courtney stepped inside she owned the room like she paid rent. Asa barely asked what she wanted before Courtney’s gloved hands were on her. They slid down her hips, pressed beneath her breasts, cupped her ass with clinical precision. Pressure turned to hunger. "I’m sorry, Officer," Asa whispered, voice shaky. "What did I do?" Courtney’s laugh was low and rough. "You’re the gift," she said. "Happens every time I’m new. The girls thought you’d make a sweet birthday present." She guided Asa back until her legs hit the bed. "Lie down for me." Shoes hit the floor, belt followed. Courtney knelt, pushed Asa’s thighs apart, and dragged her tongue slow and hungry from slit to clit. She hummed when Asa jerked, the vibrations drawing the first helpless moan from her throat. Switching lower, she licked around the tight ring, working it wetter, firmer, until Asa’s hips began to thrust without thought. Each wet lap dragged her closer until the pressure snapped and she came sharp and wet against Courtney’s mouth. They flipped. Pants open, Courtney hauled herself higher, legs straddling Asa’s face, the heat of her already soaking. Asa opened her mouth and licked deep, tasting salt-slick heat, working her tongue the way she’d just been worked. Courtney grabbed the headboard, ground down, rode it out until her thighs shook and her cunt pulsed, flooding Asa’s tongue with her release.