"Suck it." The words rang in her ear and she knew what to do. She opened her mouth and let him slide his meat in between her lips, filling her mouth with it. "Suck it," he said out loud again. "C'mon, do it or I'm taking you back to the station."
Emily sucked. She knew how to do it, knew what guys liked. She swirled her tongue around the head of it, stared up at him so he could see her pretty eyes as he defiled her lips. She bobbed up and down on it, sucking on the tip gently and with great care, doing all she could to please the man holding her tight by the hair. She didn't know what he might do if she upset him.
Normally when she really wanted to get a guy going she would play with herself a little, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, she knew she didn't have a chance of pulling that contortion act off. Still, just having a dick in her mouth was getting her all worked up. Emily leaned forward and stretched her arms out, feeling for the warmth of her own wet pussy. It was just out of her reach, but somehow that made her feel even more riled up.
The cop grunted. He was clearly enjoying this, enjoying the look on Emily's face. She was happy to oblige-- the more he enjoyed himself, the sooner this would be over... not that she wasn't having a little fun of her own.
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