She makes you lick her

You hesitate, tears falling again. She steps closer, her muscular body radiating heat. One large, strong hand lands heavily on your shoulder, pushing you forward against the cold wall.

You turn around as ordered, legs shaking. The sight that greets you makes your stomach drop.

The big female officer has already kicked off her boots and slid her uniform pants and underwear down to her ankles. Her thick, powerful thighs are spread slightly, revealing her shaved pussy, already visibly wet and swollen with arousal. Her heavy clit peeks out as she leans back against the wall, one hand lazily stroking herself.

“Eyes up here for a second,” she says with a dark chuckle, then grabs the back of your head with her other massive hand. “Time to earn some goodwill. Get on your knees and lick my cunt. Make it good, or I’ll tell them you tried to bite me during the search and they’ll throw a few more years on that pile of charges.”

You try to pull back, whispering a broken “Please… no…” but her grip is iron. She yanks your face forward until your mouth is pressed against her hot, musky folds.

“Lick,” she growls, grinding her hips against your face. “Use that pretty tongue like a good little slut.”

The taste is strong and overwhelming as she forces you to start licking her. Her thick thighs clamp around your head, smothering you while she moans deeply, clearly enjoying your humiliation and reluctance.

The taste is strong and overwhelming as she forces you to start licking her. Her thick thighs clamp around your head, smothering you while she moans deeply, clearly enjoying your humiliation and reluctance.

Then she squeezes harder.

Her massive, muscular thighs — powerful from years of college athletics — lock around your skull like a vice. The pressure is immediate and terrifying. Your ears ring as the thick muscles crush inward, completely sealing off your ability to breathe. Your nose is buried in her wet pussy, and every desperate attempt to pull air only forces more of her scent and slickness into your lungs.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she groans, rolling her hips slowly. “Fight it. Struggle. It feels so fucking good when you do.”

Panic surges through you. Your hands claw uselessly at her rock-hard legs, but they don’t budge. Black spots start dancing in your vision as your lungs burn. You frantically lick and suck at her clit, tongue working desperately, trying to make her cum before you pass out.

She laughs breathlessly, thighs tightening even more. “Good girl… keep going. Make me cum and I’ll let you breathe. If you don’t… well, you’re already looking at decades. What’s a little brain damage on top of that?”

Your world narrows to the crushing pressure, the lack of air, and the wet heat of her pussy grinding against your face. You lick faster, sucking her swollen clit into your mouth, driven by pure survival instinct. Her moans grow louder, her hips jerking erratically as she rides your face.

Finally, with a deep, guttural groan, her thighs spasm violently around your head and she cums hard, flooding your mouth and chin with her juices. Only then does she loosen her crushing grip just enough for you to gasp in a desperate, ragged breath.