Pulled over for speeding

Tanya hurries home. At this rate, she'll cut five minutes off of her cross-town trip. She can't wait to get inside and be able to expel the load of cum filling her ass. it's an uncomfortable feeling, but she's clenching to prevent more from leaking all over the seat of her car. And that's when the red and blue lights start flashing in her rearview mirror. She can't stop. Tom's command to hurry home trumps the symbolism of the police lights. Tanya reaches a straight stretch of the backroads between her house and Maggie's. The police car uses this opportunity to pull up alongside the speeding girl.

"PULL OVER THE VEHICLE. NOW!" The speakers on top of the car blast out at Tanya. Tanya doesn't know why, but she almost feels thankful to hear those words penetrate her brain. The anxiousness of Tom's command to get home in a hurry fades underneath the new command to pull over. She does as she's told and immediately feels horrible when the full situation becomes clear. She's sitting in a bikini with an ass full of cum about to be interrogated by a cop for speeding. Her lower lip trembles as she fights back the tears. She was so confused as to why she was acting recklessly. For the first time, she wondered if she might be having a psychotic break. She practically jumps when the officer taps on her window with a flashlight. She rolls it down.

He shines the light into the car. First on the passenger seat and then on Tanya's body. It lingers on her torso and she crosses her arms. "License and registration."

Tanya realizes her license is in her wallet which is in her purse which is still at Maggie's house. "I'm sorry," Tanya says as she leans over to the glove compartment. "I have a license, but I don't have it on me." The cop's flashlight beam moves down to her lap. As she reaches to get the registration from the glovebox her ass lifts up and the light shines on the wet spot.

"You know it's illegal to drive without a license?"

She hands him the registration. "I have a lot going on right now. I forgot it at my friend's house."

"Mmhmm. Tiffany Wegner, is that you?"

"No, that's my mom. My name's Tanya. Tanya Wegner."

The cop is silent for a moment as he stares at the piece of paper. "Tanya Wegner," he says. The flashlight moves up her body and shines on her face.

Tanya puts a hand in front of her face. "Do you mind? That's bright."

He moves it back down her body again. "Sorry, I needed to be sure."