The sexy guy whose number she wanted.

Vanessa's breath skips and catches, it's the sexy brunette she'd stripped earlier! Lying right atop this libidinous harpy is that lean, muscular athlete— she can even feel his dick pressing into her bare thigh! What an amazing day to wear a skirt… Surely, she must be in heaven.

With a vermillion face and a deeply apologetic expression, the naked boy jokes to abate his embarrassment, "Sorry, sorry— I usually do dinner first!"

"No need to be sorry…" The horny girl says, firmly fondling his ass to prevent this hottie with the jawline from getting up, "I like it when a guy's forward. You have a name, Cutie?"

"F-Finral." He answers, blushing while he struggles to break from the groping of a hot woman who's a half-foot shorter than himself. "I-I'm a yoga instructor and— Hey!"

The cops suddenly pull Finral up to his feet, yanking an arm behind him to keep the hunk compliant. "What the devil were you just doing to that poor, defenseless lady?"

"What?" The boy protests, trying to hide his wiener between his toned thighs, "She was the one coming on to me!"

"Pfff, a likely story!"

"We are going to interrogate you so thoroughly…" The shorter cop flirts, gliding her small, calloused hands over her captive's taut abs; crawling her fingers threateningly close to his stiffening sex, she turns to Smith and says, "Call Mandy at the precinct, she has that old Polaroid camera, and this guy's just my type."

Vanessa gawks, amazed as her newfound crush writhes in the cops' grabby hands; his beautiful cock growing harder with each tantalizing bounce, "H-hey! You can't do this to me— I have rights!!"

"Aww, Sweetie, yes I can. I am the law." Diaz taunts, barring Finral's arm tighter and peppering his **** neck with kisses as his cock twitches to full mast.

Vanessa can't be certain, but his penis looks to be a flawless 5.5 inches in length (that’s 6.5 in porn measurements), thicc and with an extremely prominent dorsal vein; she'd wanted him earlier, but now that she knew his cock was her favorite size, our perverse hero craves him. The gorgeous man flushes burgundy as Vanessa loses her composure to pure, animalistic lust and starts simply ogling his athletic frame. Her filthy mind floods with thoughts of what she'd do with that cock, how it might taste— imagining how his muscular pelvis would feel grinding against her clit. In this moment, her panties were downright tropical.

Snapping out of her disgustingly lurid daydreams to the sounds of cops clicking open a pair of handcuffs, Vanessa and the imperiled hunk exchange a glance— Finral is terrified as the manacles approach his barred wrists, and If our heroine doesn't act now, who knows what'll happen to that boy!

Figuring it to be the easiest solution, Vanessa raises the wand hidden under her hand and shoots it straight at officer Diaz. In a dazzling corona of thaumaturgy, the Latina officer's uniform vanishes, leaving behind only the crooked woman beneath it… and her A-cup tits. As the policewoman shrieks, she realeases her vise-grip on Finral, who bolts away from the scene with his newfound freedom.

As he beats a path from his would-be captors, officer Smith and Vanessa take chase, the raven-haired woman firing another blast to render the ginger policewoman bottomless, but twisting her head just in time to see Finral dive into a bush.

That hottie winds up stuck in the shrubbery, and is for all intents and purposes at Vanessa's mercy. The horny girl gets a wide-on just thinking about the power she holds over him as she approaches the trembling, beet-red Finral.