Breathalyzer test

‟You will need to take a breathalyzer test,” he warned, and unzipped his pants.

‟You keep *hic* the breath-a, the breath-a... You keep it in your pans?”

‟Very special breathalyzer,” he assured the drunk blonde. ‟Most of them you blow into, but this one you suck on... Lets see how impaired you are.”

Tara opened her pretty little mouth, and the police officer put his cock in. ‟Suck,” he ordered.

Tara sucked. Her mouth wasn't impaired even if her driving was. Hobble looked at the blonde a little more closely. Her blouse was poorly buttoned, and no bra was visible. Whoever had gotten her drunk had probably kept the bra as a souvenir and done a poor job of getting her dressed. And the girl's knockers were incredible.

He pulled his throbbing cock from Tara's mouth.

‟Howdy do?” Tara slurred, ‟Cam I drive?”

‟Afraid not miss."