The cramped interrogation room echoes with the teen's shallow breaths as Officer Gretchentee337 looms over her, uniform creaking with each movement. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" Gretchentee purrs, her eyes locked onto the teen's heaving chest. The teen bites her lip, nodding slightly. Gretchentee grins, her hand snaking out to grip the teen's chin, tilting her head up. "I think you like being searched, don't you?" she whispers, her thumb brushing the teen's bottom lip. The teen moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed. Gretchentee chuckles, her other hand reaching behind the teen, unhooking her bra with expert ease. The teen's breasts spill out, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Gretchentee leans in, her breath hot on the teen's ear. "Time to open that pretty mouth of yours," she whispers, her hand sliding down the teen's body, cupping her pussy through her skirt. The teen gasps, her mouth opening, ready for the officer's demanding touch.