A parting gift

Looking over his conquest the officer calmly responded, "Why Ms. Dana, of course you can." Eyeing Dana's legs, the officer noticed that her tight blue jeans had become soiled from the dirt and blood, and her designer jeans had developed tears in the knees in a very non-designer way. "Here, let me remove those handcuffs" he said as he flipped John around, resting his belly on the hood of the cruiser.

Reluctantly, John thanked the officer. However, before he could finish his sentence his jeans were violently ripped from his body. "SKKKKKKKKKKKKRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPP"

"Sorry Ma'am, these jeans are just no good. There so dirty and ruined, I simply can't let you go home in them. Here' I'll take them off your hands and dispose of them properly. We don't want to have to write you a citation for littering!" It was at this moment, that a cool breeze brought John to the alarming realization that Dana had elected to go commando this day. Licking his lips, the officer decided to give Dana - or so he thought - one last present. Removing his still hard penis from its prison once more, he ran it slowly over Dana's vagina. "I bet it feels absolutely delectable in there." He sadistically whispered in her ear as he continued to prod the opening. "After the fun we just had, I bet you'd do anything to get me deep within you". John flailed on the hood, still handcuffed. "No no no, we can't have any of that though. I can't risk you becoming pregnant.... What would my wife think?" And with that, he thrust his dry cock deep within Dana's virgin asshole.

The pain was immeasurable and Dana let out a scream that could be heard for miles, unfortunately it feel on deaf ears. After only a few minutes of ****, Dana's body couldn't take it anymore and John promptly lost consciousness.