Officer Plower dominates you

"I think we've had enough small talk," says the muscled cop.

He leans over and locks your bedroom door.

"We don't want to be disturbed," Officer Plower says and chomps his chewing gum.

He walks towards you, his hands already going to his belt. He unfastens it and buttons his trousers and lets both fall to the pink carpeting with a thump. You can see the bulge growing beneath the flap of his boxers. He kicks his shoes aside and steps out of his rumpled uniform slacks.

"Do you want me to-"

"I don't want you to open your mouth unless my dick is going in it," he interrupts. "You're my hot little fucktoy for the next hour. You got that?"

You purse your lips and nod your submission.

"Good," his smile returns. "Lay back on the bed."

You back up to the side of your pink bed and its rumpled sheets and sit down. Officer Plower steps up to you as he strips off his uniform shirt down to his white tanktop beneath. You obey his order, laying back on the bed.

The big cop looms over you, obviously taking in your body. His eyes roam over your exposed cleavage, down across your flat stomach, and down to the crotch of your brown mini-shorts snuggled into the puffy lips of your pussy. He stands between your legs and reaches down to the collar of your button-up shirt. He grabs the fabric in his fingers and yanks it hard. Buttons pop away and there is a ripping sound. He yanks again and the shirt yawns open to expose the black satin and lace balconette bra you are wearing beneath.

"Mmmm," he murmurs and his hands find the soft fabric of your bra.

He cups your breasts in his big palms. His fingers play across the soft flesh above each cup and then slip beneath to brush across your nipples.

"Ahh!" You cry as he suddenly yanks the cups down beneath your breasts.

Your D-cups pop out of confinement and jiggle as they settle against your chest.

"Amazing tits," the big cop compliments you.

He grabs your breasts roughly, pinching and pulling on your hard pink nipples. He squeezes your tits and mashes them together in his hands.

"I bet my dick would look real good sliding in between these," he gives them a last hard squeeze that leaves red handprints on the pale flesh of your tits.

Officer Prowler's fingers trail down your stomach to the waist of your mini-shorts. He hooks his fingers into the waist and then slide them around to your hips. He easily lifts your ass up off the bed and peels the shorts down your legs. They fall from your knees to your ankles and you kick them away.

"Even hotter than I had hoped," the beefy cops parts your silky thighs to get a better look at your pussy.

You shiver as his fingers glide across your swollen lips.

"You wax," he pulls apart your lips to see your pink. "Nice. I bet you're tight as fuck."

Officer Plower rubs your clit with his thumb, eliciting a tiny gasp and a bit of squirming from you. He pulls his hand away abruptly. Officer Plower pulls off his tanktop to show off his chiseled muscles and tan skin. He drops his boxers and his hard dick bounces free.

"Let's have some fun," he says.