Officer Jorda Evans, in his crisp blue uniform, finds solace in the locker room after a long day. He begins to strip, revealing his toned body and freckled skin. His eyes linger on his nightstick, a symbol of authority he can't resist. He unzips, letting his thick cock spring free, then grabs his baton, running it along his length. He pretends to arrest his own desires, "You're under arrest, boy," he growls, pushing the baton deeper between his legs. His feet, with their neatly trimmed toes, tap against the cold floor as he builds speed. Finally, he explodes, his cum shooting onto the locker, marking his territory.