The beauty of the law

Summer Brielle runs her station with a hard stare and a tight grip. She keeps her badge on and her heels clicking while she walks. This blonde chief knows how to reward good behavior when the usual methods fail. A certain detective steps out of line, so she calls him into her office. She sits back on the desk, slips off one black pump, and extends her bare foot. He drops to his knees without another word. She flexes her toes, then pushes them against his mouth. He takes them in, sucks each one, tongue sliding between them. Her second foot joins the first. One foot stays busy at his lips while the other dips lower, toes rubbing along the front of his pants. His cock grows stiff under her touch. She strokes him through the fabric, slow and firm, the pad of her foot tracing his length. When he can’t keep still, she unbuttons him. Her feet work his shaft now, skin on skin. She rolls the head between her arches, presses the ball of one foot against his balls. Her spit shines on her toes as she lifts them back to his mouth. He licks them clean while she pumps him with her other foot. Her tits swell under the open collar of her blouse, nipples hard against the lace. She never raises her voice. She just keeps the rhythm steady until his breath shortens and his hips jerk. Then she smiles, presses her sole flat against him, and lets him finish across her skin. When he’s done she slips her feet back into her heels, stands, and sends him out without another word.