Jizz Is Not a Good Look

The hot slime gooshed up from her pubes to her belly, squished itself against her dress and the man pressing himself too close to them, and then began oozing down.

She screamed, "I haven't been taking my pills!! There hadn't been any reason to!!" Not with being in lockdown for months.

He reaction unnerved the molester and he let go of her. His spent dick fell out below her hem. He saw that the traffic light was green. He could now run!

"Stop, you deviant!!" a woman's voice ordered.

Who it was, Tammi wasn't seeing as she had whipped off the soiled, spoiled dress and was wiping the cum off her as quick as she could, giving her cooch the greatest attention, letting what was past it slide down her thighs. "I can't get knocked up! I don't want maternity clothes!"

"The odds are you won't get pregnant, Tammi," Lizzie tried to assure her panicking friend. "And you won't be wearing maternity clothes when you have the Nudity Virus."

"The virus?" she remembered it. She had been rubbing the itch-causer against her poor body! She surveyed her totally exposed skin. Her perfect complexion was ruined with "Polka dots! I don't look good in polka dots!" They were everywhere that the dress had been and had almost the shape of the dress.

"Are you willing to file a complaint against this deviant perp?" the woman asked. She was shorter but younger and stronger than the man whose jizz still glistened over Tammi's polka dots.

But more importantly, she was a cop. She had the cap, gloves, bandoleer, utility belt, and boots of a police officer. And she had the standard uniform. If it were standard for the uniform to made of body paint.