Tits On Patrol
Devon's prowling the night beat when the call crackles in—domestic disturbance, possible violence. She storms up to the house, hears raw screams and the wet slap of flesh on flesh, then boots the door clean off its hinges. Inside, Scott's got his girlfriend bent over the couch, pounding into her with savage, noisy thrusts, both of them dripping sweat and moaning like animals. Devon yanks her gun free, barking "Freeze!" as they scramble apart, her eyes locked on their slick, heaving bodies. She cuffs the girlfriend's wrists tight behind her back, shoves her into the next room, and slams the door. Now it's just Devon and Scott, his cock still hard and glistening. She knows the truth—the girlfriend's been beating on him—and she's going to use it. Scott's going to drop to his knees, spread wide, and do every filthy, desperate thing Devon orders if he wants his girl back in one piece.