Serve and protect

No one wants a siren in the rear-view until the officer steps out and it's Clara G. Tight uniform, tighter curves. She peels the shirt open, lets her tits breathe, then turns to show how the trousers hug her ass. The metal baton slips from her belt and finds better purpose between her legs. She works the cool shaft in deep, slow, then faster, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Every thrust makes the badge swing against bare skin. Real uniforms never looked so willing.