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Pulled over, Police search
Pulled over. Police search
It's late at night on a lonely road, you haven't far to go, youve been stopped by a traffic cop, so your licence you must show
You step out of the car, in your tightest blouse and skirt, you dont want a ticket so try your best to flirt
The copper looks you up and down, then says put your hands upon the car, so much for being flirty, that didnt get you far
He says he must pat you down, to search for any weapons you may conceal, but the way his hands are touching you, is giving you a thrill
He starts at your ankles, his hands go up your legs, slowly climbing up you, in your mind you start to beg
Please check my inner thigh, there's something moist and damp, lock me up in handcuffs, arrest this little tramp
His hand lightly brush your arse, you pull your cheeks in tight, he asks why your on this road, this time late at night
His strong hands go up your back, then he slides them down your front, to your surprise he groped your tits, before going for your cunt
He pushes you up against the car, he pulls up your mini skirt, he whispers he comes my baton, it will teach you bitch to flirt
He pushes aside her panties, he quickly finds her clit, already she is soaking wet, as he body searched her slit
Fingers probing deep inside, her juices start to flow, he tells her if she gives him head, he will let her go
She turn and drops to her knees, she pulls out his stiffened meat, my god she loves his massive cock it really is a treat
Her mouth is so very skilled, her tongue flicks upon his head, he tells her she mustn't tell, or she may end up dead
Soon he had shot his load, her mouth was full of cum, he watched as she swallowed and then her job was done
He told her to be on her way, theres no ticket for today, he thanked her for his blow job and sent her on her way
Ron
It's late at night on a lonely road, you haven't far to go, youve been stopped by a traffic cop, so your licence you must show
You step out of the car, in your tightest blouse and skirt, you dont want a ticket so try your best to flirt
The copper looks you up and down, then says put your hands upon the car, so much for being flirty, that didnt get you far
He says he must pat you down, to search for any weapons you may conceal, but the way his hands are touching you, is giving you a thrill
He starts at your ankles, his hands go up your legs, slowly climbing up you, in your mind you start to beg
Please check my inner thigh, there's something moist and damp, lock me up in handcuffs, arrest this little tramp
His hand lightly brush your arse, you pull your cheeks in tight, he asks why your on this road, this time late at night
His strong hands go up your back, then he slides them down your front, to your surprise he groped your tits, before going for your cunt
He pushes you up against the car, he pulls up your mini skirt, he whispers he comes my baton, it will teach you bitch to flirt
He pushes aside her panties, he quickly finds her clit, already she is soaking wet, as he body searched her slit
Fingers probing deep inside, her juices start to flow, he tells her if she gives him head, he will let her go
She turn and drops to her knees, she pulls out his stiffened meat, my god she loves his massive cock it really is a treat
Her mouth is so very skilled, her tongue flicks upon his head, he tells her she mustn't tell, or she may end up dead
Soon he had shot his load, her mouth was full of cum, he watched as she swallowed and then her job was done
He told her to be on her way, theres no ticket for today, he thanked her for his blow job and sent her on her way
Ron
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