Cop's Chase Ends in Cuffed Cock Surrender

My buddy told that the lady cop was looking for me and she was terrified of me out running her police car and she said she will caught you some day and she said you will be locked up in her cell and you pay with your body and I said she will never get my cock in her

Jake slammed his beer down on the bar, eyes narrowing at me. "Dude, that lady cop's been asking around about you. The one with the tight uniform hugging her fat ass and those tits straining the buttons. She's pissed—says you're too fast for her cruiser, but she'll catch you one day." I smirked, leaning back. "Yeah? What else?" He grinned, lowering his voice. "Told the boys you'll end up locked in her cell, paying with your body. She's got that hungry look, man. Bet she'd ride you raw to settle the score." "Fuck that," I shot back, cock twitching at the image. "She'll never get this dick in her. I'd bend her over the hood first, rip those pants down, and bury it balls-deep before she even cuffs me." Jake laughed, but I was already half-hard, mind flashing to her: Officer Reyes, curves like sin, chasing me through back alleys last month. Sirens wailing, her cruiser fishtailing behind my bike. She'd pulled over, tits heaving, yelling promises of payback. Tonight, I revved the engine outside the dive bar, the night air thick with exhaust and tension. Headlights pierced the dark—hers. She stepped out, hips swaying, baton tapping her thigh. "Got you now, speed demon." I killed the bike, stood tall. Her eyes dropped to my crotch, lingering. "Cell's waiting. And so am I." "Bring it, cop. You'll beg for this cock before cuffs hit skin."

Her lips curled into a smirk, eyes locked on mine as she sauntered closer, baton swinging like a promise. The streetlight caught the sweat beading on her cleavage, uniform shirt clinging damp. "Big talk for a perp on foot. Hands up, or I drop you." I raised my palms slow, stepping into her space, close enough to smell her—leather, gun oil, and heat. My cock strained against my jeans, inches from her thigh. "Cuff me then. But you feel that? That's what you'll ride tonight." She grabbed my wrist, twisting it behind me with a grunt, her tits pressing into my arm. Rough. Hot. I bucked back, pinning her against the cruiser hood, free hand gripping her hip. Fabric stretched taut over her ass as she arched, breath hitching. "Fuck you," she hissed, but her free hand clawed my belt, yanking it open. Metal clicked—cuffs on one wrist. Then her fingers wrapped my shaft, stroking hard. "Mine now."

I twisted against the cuffs, her grip tightening on my throbbing cock, thumb circling the slick head. "Yeah? Prove it," I growled, grinding my hips forward, smearing pre-cum over her knuckles. Reyes shoved me harder against the cruiser, her breath hot on my neck as she yanked my jeans down, exposing me to the cool night air. Balls tight, shaft pulsing in her fist—she pumped once, rough, twisting at the base. A low moan escaped her, betraying the fire in her eyes. "Fuck your mouth," she snarled, spinning me to face the hood. She kicked my legs apart, her boot pressing my calf down. Fabric ripped—her pants splitting at the seam as she ground her soaked heat against my ass, baton discarded. One hand still jerking me slow and deliberate, the other fumbling her zipper. I bucked back, feeling her wet folds drag along my thigh. "Do it. Take what's yours." She bit my shoulder, hard enough to mark, her fingers delving lower, teasing my rim while stroking faster.

She spun me roughly, slamming my back against the cruiser hood, cuffed wrist pinned above my head. Her eyes locked on mine, dark and feral, breath ragged as she straddled my thigh, jeans ripped open, her slick pussy lips grinding down, coating my skin. "You are a smart ass, ain't you?" she growled, voice low and thick, free hand squeezing my balls while the other pumped my cock in tight, slick strokes—pre-cum dripping over her knuckles. I thrust up, shaft slapping her belly, the heat of her core hovering inches from my tip. "Smart enough to make you drip, Officer." Reyes leaned in, lips brushing my ear, teeth nipping the lobe. Her fingers tightened, jerking me faster, thumb pressing the vein pulsing under her grip. She shifted, guiding my head to her entrance—wet folds parting, teasing entry. "Gonna fuck the attitude out of you." She sank down an inch, clenching hot and vise-like, hips rolling slow.

Her walls gripped me like a fist, scorching and slick, swallowing another inch as she rocked forward. I groaned, hips jerking up to meet her, the cuffs biting my wrists as I strained against the hood. "Fuck," she hissed, nails digging into my chest, raking red trails down to my abs. She lifted, then dropped harder—half my length buried now, her clit grinding my base with each deliberate roll. Juices smeared my shaft, dripping to my balls, her thighs quivering around me. I bucked wild, chasing deeper, the cruiser's metal creaking under us. "Harder, Reyes—ride it out." She slammed down fully, bottoming out with a wet slap, inner muscles fluttering, squeezing rhythmic. Leaning back, she pinched her own nipple through her torn shirt, eyes blazing as she bounced once, twice—pace building, breath fracturing into moans. Her free hand slapped my thigh, urging me higher.

My cock was really swollen and hard and then she said I'm really horny and dipping wet and now it's time

My cock throbbed swollen and iron-hard inside her, veins bulging against her clenching walls, every pulse stretching her deeper. Reyes ground down, hips circling viciously, her soaked heat flooding us both—juices trickling warm down my sack. "I'm really horny and dripping wet," she rasped, voice breaking on a moan, tits heaving as she rode me raw. "And now it's time." She yanked her shirt open fully, exposing flushed curves, then braced both hands on my chest—nails gouging fresh lines. Lifting high, she hovered, my tip kissing her entrance before crashing down, impaling herself balls-deep with a guttural cry. Her pussy spasmed wild, milking me in frantic squeezes, clit dragging friction along my shaft. I surged up, slamming into her rhythm, the cruiser rocking violently. "Fuck yes—take it all," I growled, her walls fluttering toward the edge, breaths syncing in savage harmony.

Reyes's thighs clamped tighter, muscles flexing as she pistoned down, her slick folds stretching taut around my girth—each descent pulling a guttural grunt from her throat. Sweat beaded between her heaving tits, dripping onto my pecs, mixing with the red welts from her nails. "Fuck, you're splitting me," she gasped, one hand sliding back to cup my balls, rolling them firm while she twisted her hips mid-thrust. Her inner walls rippled, vise-like, sucking me deeper, juices gushing fresh with every grind. I yanked the cuffs, metal rattling, thrusting up to batter her cervix—raw, relentless. The hood amplified her scent, musky and sharp, flooding my senses. She arched, free hand fisting her dark hair, pace fracturing into frenzy, pussy convulsing in warning pulses. "Close—don't stop," she snarled, slamming harder, our skin slapping wet and furious.

I gripped her ass cheeks, fingers digging into slick flesh, spreading her wide as I drove upward—pounding her core with short, brutal jabs. Her pussy clenched like a fist, rippling spasms sucking my shaft deeper, her arousal coating my thighs in hot rivulets. "Give it to me—fill this cunt," Reyes demanded, voice raw and shattered, leaning forward to bite my shoulder—teeth sinking sharp. She rotated her hips in a filthy grind, clit grinding my pubic bone, walls fluttering wildly around my pulsing length. Sweat-slick skin slid together, her tits bouncing heavy against my chest. I bucked harder, balls tightening, the pressure coiling vicious in my gut—her frantic squeezes dragging me to the brink. She threw her head back, a keening wail ripping free, thighs quivering as her orgasm hit—juices flooding, drenching us both in her release. "Yes—fuck, now!"

And then we were done and then she well now you are going away for a couple of years and she charged me with rape and speeding and I heard she was pregnant with my kid and she was there with the baby girl went i.got out and she said there your daddy and I married that lady cop

Her orgasm crashed through her, pussy convulsing in violent waves, flooding my cock with hot spurts that soaked my balls and thighs. I lost it—thrusting up one final time, burying deep as ropes of cum erupted, painting her walls thick and relentless. She milked every drop, grinding down with shuddering gasps, our mingled fluids leaking out in sticky trails. We slumped, panting, her weight pinning me as reality seeped back—the cruiser still humming on the roadside. Reyes slid off, pussy gaping and dripping our mess onto the seat. She straightened her uniform, smirking wickedly. "Fun while it lasted." Cuffs clicked shut on me later that night. Rape. Speeding. She testified cold-eyed in court, her belly already swelling with my kid. Two years inside, letters from her taunting the wait. Out early, there she was—holding our baby girl, dark curls like mine. "There's your daddy," she murmured, handing the squirming bundle over. Our eyes locked, heat reigniting. We married that week, her cop badge glinting at the altar.