That stiff blue uniform barely lasts five seconds before it’s pooled at her ankles. Badge still clipped to her bra strap as she straddles his lap, thick thighs squeezing his waist. Cop hands cuffed behind her back don’t stop her from grinding down hard enough to make the metal clink against concrete. Belt loops dig into those round hips while she leans forward, tits spilling over the collar of her shirt—still got that ‘authority’ look even with mascara smeared from gagging on a fat load. Switches to doggy on a folding chair next; ass wiggles like she’s been doing this since basic training.