Krissy Lynn, in her crisp police uniform, corners the young thief in a dimly lit alley. Instead of reading him his rights, she leans in, her voice a husky whisper, "I could let you go... for a price." The teen swallows hard, his eyes lingering on her badge. Krissy smirks, leading him to the station's back room. She unbuttons her shirt, revealing her lacy bra, and pushes him onto the desk. "Fuck me like you stole something," she commands. The teen, emboldened, grabs her hips, slamming into her as she cries out, "That's it, you little thief, steal my pussy!"