Blue Uniforms, Blue Balls: Cop's Desperate Relief

The tight, unforgiving fabric of his uniform does little to conceal Quoc's growing excitement. The suspect's provocative dance, her seductive words, and the memory of her previous exploits have him on the edge. He tries to focus on the case, but his mind is filled with visions of her writhing beneath him, her moans echoing in the empty station. She notices his struggle, smirking as she reaches out, tracing the outline of his hardness through his pants. Quoc grabs her wrist, a warning, but she just laughs, leaning in to whisper, 'Isn't it time to frisk me, Officer?'

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