bust

You comply with the officer's demands and put your hands on the wall.

"You think you're real funny wasting an officer's time, boy?" Jinx sneers while softly slapping your thighs to make you widen your stance. "Are you on **** right now?"

"What? No, I don't touch the stuff."

"Don't lie to me boy; I can smell it on you. You better come clean and make it easier on yourself."

"I don't have any ****."

Jinx just chuckles and shakes her head, "I tried to make it easy on you, I really did, but you just don't know what's good for you."

It's not easy for the small witch to frisk you. You feel her legs against yours as she stands on her toes to reach your shoulders. Whether it's part of the game, she has to mash her bountiful mams against your back to get her full length. Her hard nipples jut into your waist and scrape their way up. Her hands grope along your chest; her nails dig in, but thankfully don't draw blood. You can't help but grunt when she gives your nipples a hard twist.

"Do you have some complaint?" Jinx growls through her teeth.

Well, since she brought it up, "Why would I have **** hidden on my body in my own home?"

Jinx surprises you when she throws you to the ground. You didn't catch how exactly she took you down, but when you see her, she's halfway through a cartwheel, landing with her knees straddling your chest. Apparently she lost her aviators in her acrobatics because when she thrusts her face into yours, your vision is consumed with her squinting glower.

"You think you're so smart you can tell me how to do my job?" You feel her hand through your pants, her fingers curl around your package, "Aha! You did have some on you!"

Jinx wastes no time bringing your hands together and cuffing them around the leg of your bed. You can hardly resist as her bosom envelops your head. After a few tugs, Jinx slides up into a sitting position, the disdain on her face replaced with a cheshire grin.