The cop kept his hand on the back of her neck, forcing her face against the hot hood of the car. She bit her lip, telling herself that it was from the pain, but she knew well and good how much she was enjoying the way he manhandled her. Maybe he was right-- maybe she was a fucking slut.
He didn't play around. He grabbed his dick with the other hand and lined it up with her pussy, spreading her lips wide with his fingers. She could feel him hovering over her, feel his weight pressed against her, and she could barely breathe. God, this was hot.
He slid himself all the way inside her, grunting as he did. It was an ugly sound coming from a very ugly man (well, ugly on the inside), but it was somehow so fucking hot in Emily's ears. She groaned as she felt the warmth of his cock fill her up. That first push into her was always incredible, even in a situation as strange and wrong as this one.
"You like that you fucken bitch?" the police officer growled in her ear, thrusting slowly in and out of her. "Yeah, you like my fat cock inside you. I bet you like fuckin' lots of boys, don't you? You little slut. You like getting passed around like a joint at a rock concert, don't you?"
Emily bit her lip. What kind of police officer talked to a civilian like that? It was wrong, just wrong! Sure, she was wetter than she'd ever been before, but that didn't give him the right to talk to her like that! Her parents' taxes paid this pig's salary!
His big paws were on her head, keeping her pressed against the hood of the car. Anyone passing by would be able to tell what was going on in an instant, so Emily just prayed that they would be left alone. She wanted to enjoy this.
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