Inked Convict Claims Cop in Fishnets
In the dimly lit, cold cell, the scent of sex and sweat mingles with the sterile smell of the uniform. Bishop, a towering black man with intricate tattoos, watches Officer Brown Sugar, her fishnet-clad legs accentuating her toned muscles. She approaches, confident, her big, natural tits straining against her uniform. Bishop growls, "You're playing a dangerous game, cop." She smiles, "I like danger." She takes out her baton, tracing his bulge with it. "Let's see what you've got." Bishop's cock throbs, tenting his jumpsuit. She unzips him, his massive, black cock springing out. She takes it in her mouth, sucking him deep, her fishnets rubbing against his skin. He groans, "Damn, you're good." She pulls back, "I'm just getting started." She turns, presenting her ass, "Fuck me, Bishop. Show me what you've got." He does, slamming into her, her fishnets riding up her thighs. She moans, "Yes, fuck me hard!" He does, his big cock stretching her, until he can't hold back, cumming inside her, his hot load dripping out as she collapses, spent.