Risk a ticket

Ramona had been texting and driving since she got behind the wheel, and she knew this game would require her entire focus, but she just HAD to keep playing. She hated how aggressive the app's notification sound seemed when she failed it. Holding her phone eye level with the windshield, she tried her best to play and drive. As much as she swiped and tapped, the unfamiliar length of her nails was enough to make her stumble. Her car slowed to a crawl as more of her attention was absorbed by the game. When she finally heard the sirens behind her, she lost the combo she needed to win. "Shit!" She was sure she had it that time. Ramona sheepishly pulled over. At least she was able to pull in front of her own house. Maybe she could talk her way out of it, she just had to be particular about her words and

*Ping.* Ramona flinched. She'd forgotten the App. She unbuckled her seatbelt and quickly read her punishments, knowing the officer would be approaching soon. As she read, a shivers ran through her, then her free hand reached up to her tiny top and pulled the v neck deeper! Ramona's face flushed as she helplessly watched her hands adjust her knockers, lifted and cupped on display. It must have sensed the officer approaching and was getting her ready. Yuck. Her rogue hand even rebuckled her seat belt! Nestling the strap deep between her tits. The tightness of her shirt now allowed the silhouette of her nipples to be clearly visible.

"You didn't obey. Now, neither will this:" Ramona's avatar was lit up by flashing blue and red lights, and it sat in a copy of Ramona's car, holding its hands up in mock surrender. Looks like both Ramonas rolled through a stop sign. How did it know about the cop? Her options were the following:

'Mouth', 'pussy', 'skin'.

Won't obey? Skin? She only had seconds to think. In her side mirror, she noticed the officer, a tall, muscular man removing his shades as he approached the car, ticket book in hand. As they made eye contact, Ramona's traitorous face beamed at him with half-lidded eyes, easily hiding her panic. She tapped her choice and prayed this encounter would be quick. Her hands eagerly clasped between her thighs, straightening her arms fully to compress her titflesh even more, breast meat spilling lewdly out of her top.