Police interrogation

Officer Sorana steps into the apartment on a routine check. Evidence piles up fast. The young blonde knows she is caught, so she drops the pretense and offers her body instead of cash. Her large breasts strain against thin fabric as she moves closer, eyes locked on the dark-haired officer. Sorana watches the girl slide onto the table, legs parting without shame. Hands reach for uniform buttons, eager fingers tracing badges and belts. The blonde pulls Sorana down, lips parting, breath hot against her ear. They undress each other quickly. Bare skin meets leather and cuffs. The officer’s fingers slip between soft thighs, finding slick heat and a fast pulse. The blonde arches, hips rolling, urging harder contact. They trade positions on the table, mouths and hands everywhere, the room filled with wet sounds and quiet gasps. No mercy is asked, none given. Just raw need and bodies settling scores the only way left.