Tough girls

Two cops in crisp uniforms strut through the doorway. Brandy shakes her short blonde hair loose while Cipriana, the redhead, hooks her thumbs into her duty belt. Their eyes sweep the room, and every spine straightens. They move together, shoulders touching, boots clicking, until they stop dead center. Brandy grabs the nearest man by the chin. “Eyes front,” she snaps. Cipriana slides behind another, pressing her tits to his back. Her fingers walk down his zipper, and she gives a single sharp tug. Fabric parts. Both women drop to their knees in perfect sync. Brandy’s tongue flicks out first, tasting, circling, then sinking deep. Cipriana mirrors her, lips stretching wide, throat working in one smooth motion. Wet sounds echo. The officers trade glances, a private dare passing between them. Brandy speeds up, cheeks hollowing. Cipriana answers by taking the other man to the root and holding, eyes watering but steady. Spit runs down both chins. Neither woman pauses until the tension in every body peaks, then they rise, lips shining, uniforms still buttoned, leaving the room dead quiet and every cock rigid in salute.