Skin?

Mouth was a definite no, as she would need full control while she persuaded the officer. The thought of this app having control over her vagina filled her with too much fear to try it. At least skin couldn't do much. Ramona prayed this didn't bite her in the ass later. Her little avatar seemed to vibrate, its skin flashing for an instant, but then there was no visible change. Ramona realized she'd be finding out her punishment the hard way.

The officer finally reached her window, and her body was ready for a show. She had talked herself out of trouble once today, she can do it again. "Ok, Missy, are you aware of why I pulled you over today?" He spoke slow and simply, thinking he'd found an easy ticket for some ditz texting and driving. He was certainly enjoying the view.

"I'm so sorry, officer." Ramona pleaded emphatically, her eager body bouncing on the leather car seat; she certainly looked sincere. "But this is my house right here and...!" As she gestured to her house, a tight wet sensation began to overtake her bare toes, one by one, until she jerked her head down to her feet, her body flexed her toes experimentally, not seeing what could be causing this...sucking sensation. Ramona gulped and continued her explanation. "and I was just... texting my roommate!" She ad libbed while her feet squirmed in their strappy prison, unable to escape their sloppy attackers. "I ruined my outfit at school today, and wanted her to have something else I could change into quickly. I can't go out dressed like this." Her tantalizing hands gestured to and displayed her body as she explained, showing the officer more than enough proof that she needed a wardrobe change. The strange sensation finally left her toes, which now felt as dry as a bone, where had the wetness gone?

The officer was listening half-heartedly, enjoying watching this little flirt shimmy and show off for him, used to women trying to get out of tickets this way. "Alright young lady. Just show me your license, and I'll let you off with a warning."

"Oh thank you so much, Sir." Ramona sighed, thankful she didn't get a pervy cop. Her body daintily undid her seatbelt, thankful to finally be free of the painful tightness between her tits, only to feel a different pressure, not flat and digging, but rounded and rubbing. The unmistakable feeling of a cock sliding between her tits was filling her chest with a pink flush. Her boobs remained empty, except for one rogue finger sliding along the valley of her chest, but it couldn't be causing a pressure this...thick. It was warm and veiny; she could feel it throbbing, but there was no sign of anything invading her cleavage. The officer coughed impatiently, and Ramona realized she had been **** to get on her hands and knees to reach for her bag on the passenger seat floor, raising and presenting her barely covered ass to the officer. As her legs were slowly spread, her skirt started to rise dangerously. There was no doubt that her pussy was already on full display, and her puckered hole was ready to join. She soldiered through the phantom titjob she was giving, and sat back up quickly, **** to grind slightly into the leather seat while handing over her license.

When the officer reached for her license, his rough, strong hand lightly brushed past her finger, and he watched the flirty driver **** on her breath as a low moan spilled from her bubblegum lips. While she was distracted, her body took the chance to really show off, throwing her body in passion and cupping her chest. A small stain was forming on the car seat. It had felt like her clit getting stroked, but it had come from her finger, like her knuckle was a new g spot. She blushed furiously as the officer shook his head, amused. "She didn't need to sell it this much." he chuckled to himself. As he walked back to his vehicle to run her license, Ramona went over the last few minutes. This is what rogue skin meant: Feeling invisible touches. And this gross app meant that they would tend sexual.