The cop grabbed her by her hair again and pulled her off of her knees, where she was still recovering from how he had almost murdered her with his cock. He threw her, hands still bound behind her back, onto the roof of the cruiser and pressed her torso against it. It was hot from the summer sun, to the point where it was practically scorching her nipples, and she yelped.
"Hey!" she said. "W-what're you doing? You already had your fun!"
The cop ignored her and put his hand on the small of her back, pressing her up against the hood of the car even more. "Shut the fuck up," he said, wrapping his hand around her neck. "You said I could do whatever I want with you and I'm not done yet."
Emily took a deep breath. That had been her offer. With her chest burning and his hands on her ass as she stared out at the empty farmlands around her, with no one around to see or hear them, she wondered if she should have been more specific with her offer. She had given him a very wide berth with her words, and it was way too late to go back on her word now.
The cop had his dirty hands all over the butt that she was so proud of. His fingertip brushed against her wet and waiting lips, and she groaned. "Like that, huh," he muttered to himself. "Fucking slut."
Emily hated how he talked to her. He hated everything about him. But it was impossible to deny that there was something alluring about the police officer, his height, his uniform, his confidence... and it was also true that she hadn't been able to properly finish during her encounter with the cosplayer on stage, and now she was aching for another climax or six. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
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