[ Just the way he looks at her sends a warm shiver through her, coiling in her core with a wave of arousal. He almost looks hungry, predatory, and it has her a little weak in the knees.
She'll take that dare, stepping closer as he backs up toward the SUV. While she's never had much interaction with law enforcement for real, outside of having the opportunity to ask some officers questions about stories for her blog, she's seen enough to know the drill.
Or, at least, for whatever fantasy they're playing out, now.
Becca takes the initiative, flashing him a smirk before turning toward the vehicle and pressing her hands against the door. It's the classic perp stance, arms and legs spread, but she's looking back at him over her shoulder with an innocent smile. ]
Yes, of course. No drugs or weapons on me, sir. Except maybe this bomb pussy.
[ She could not resist the cheesy line. And she's privately relieved she doesn't have any weed on her at the moment, because she actually isn't sure if that'd be a problem. ]
[ gator observes as becca assumes the position, her thighs parting as she opens her legs. he steps up behind her, running his hands down her arms slowly. his chin dips, breath against her neck as he feels her shoulders, then snakes his arms around her torso. one of his hands cups one of becca's breasts, and he squeezes, a small moan escapes against her skin. he massages, thumb finding her nipple as he brushes over it. he's already getting hard, his cock jumping to attention as his hand inches downward. ]
Bomb pussy, huh? What else you got on your person?
[ a chuckle, dark, is breathy against becca's cheek. his fingers crawl, then slip past her waistband. he dips his fingertips, feeling becca, but not going down quite far enough. ]
[ She can't help a soft moan of her own as she feels his hand, warm against her breast. Both nipples are already hard, and he'll no doubt be able to feel the barbell piercing as he's groping her.
Her pants are loose enough that his hand slips down easily, and she bites back another moan as his fingers tease. Definitely not low enough, not where she needs him. She tries to shift her hips and encourage him to touch her more, absolutely not shy about how needy she is. He's already feels so good, and this is something right out of her darkest fantasies. ]
Fuck, baby. You're so hot. Maybe I'm a drug, you might get addicted to me.
[ becca's hips jerk, and gator teases again, fingers stopping a little lower. he can practically feel her warmth under her clothes, gator's pelvis nestled against hers as he thrusts, displaying how hard he is. with a groan against her ear, gator slides his hand out of the front of becca's pants. he then lowers himself slowly onto his haunches, feeling becca's sides as he slows down. he checks the cuffs of her pants, then rises, hands feeling her backside and squeezing. he stands to his height, brushing red hair from becca's shoulder. ]
You just might be. That's against the law, don'tcha know?
[ he plucks his handcuffs from his belt, dangling them. he lowers becca's arms, cuffing her wrists, then presses her against the door. he's hard, he's ready, but he has to know if becca is. he steps up, bodies flush, one of gator's hands wandering up the front of her shirt. ]
You've been a very, very bad girl. You're under fuckin' arrest.
[ Becca giggles, but it quickly dies on her lips with a moan as she feels how hard he is. Fuck, she needs him inside her immediately. She doesn't think it'll take them too long to get down to it. Not this time, after they've been dancing around it for a while.
They clearly want each other. And now is the time. Thank fuck. She's been getting impatient.
There's no resistance as he cuffs her, though she does briefly consider trying to struggle a little. Not this first time, she decides, maybe next time. For now, she's compliant, eager, seeing how this plays out before deciding how bratty she wants to be. ]
Is there any way I can make it up to you, sir? I can be good...
[. Right now, she's mostly being pretty good for him, but no promises. Becca doesn't make promises she can't keep. She groans as Gator's hand slips up her shirt, warm against her soft skin. She doesn't have a bra on, so he'll have easy access to her breasts. Part of her wishes she'd worn a skirt so he'd have easier access to everything. Next time. ]
It's against the law to be flashin' that ass like you do. I gotta teach you right from wrong.
[ gator thrusts against her again, another groan, before he cups her breast. he can feel the piercing, knowing he has a matching one, and he pinches softly. he plays with her nipple, free hand reaching to rub her through her pants. he's matching his pace, stroking her thinly-clothed pussy in time with the way his thumb teases her nipple. ]
I'm sure you can, now. But what I want needs a little bad.
[ his breath is hot on becca's neck, and with a swift motion, gator takes his hands away, then pulls at her pants. he slips them down, then her underwear, revealing becca's ass. he squeezes one side, then slaps it - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to prove a point. ]
Can't hide away an ass this nice, that'd be the real crime.
[ She shivers as he teases her, pussy growing wetter as he strokes at it through the fabric. But it's not nearly enough before he pulls away, which draws out a frustrated little groan. It's followed by a gasp when he pulls down her pants, and then her underwear.
Fuck, if he's going to take her right there outside of the van, it might be one of the hottest things she's ever experienced. Becca squeals at the slap, the sound clearly more pleasure than discomfort. She can take way more than that, gladly. ]
I want your dick - I need it so bad. Please, baby. Take this pussy.
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She'll take that dare, stepping closer as he backs up toward the SUV. While she's never had much interaction with law enforcement for real, outside of having the opportunity to ask some officers questions about stories for her blog, she's seen enough to know the drill.
Or, at least, for whatever fantasy they're playing out, now.
Becca takes the initiative, flashing him a smirk before turning toward the vehicle and pressing her hands against the door. It's the classic perp stance, arms and legs spread, but she's looking back at him over her shoulder with an innocent smile. ]
Yes, of course. No drugs or weapons on me, sir. Except maybe this bomb pussy.
[ She could not resist the cheesy line. And she's privately relieved she doesn't have any weed on her at the moment, because she actually isn't sure if that'd be a problem. ]
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Bomb pussy, huh? What else you got on your person?
[ a chuckle, dark, is breathy against becca's cheek. his fingers crawl, then slip past her waistband. he dips his fingertips, feeling becca, but not going down quite far enough. ]
Oh, there it is.
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Her pants are loose enough that his hand slips down easily, and she bites back another moan as his fingers tease. Definitely not low enough, not where she needs him. She tries to shift her hips and encourage him to touch her more, absolutely not shy about how needy she is. He's already feels so good, and this is something right out of her darkest fantasies. ]
Fuck, baby. You're so hot. Maybe I'm a drug, you might get addicted to me.
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You just might be. That's against the law, don'tcha know?
[ he plucks his handcuffs from his belt, dangling them. he lowers becca's arms, cuffing her wrists, then presses her against the door. he's hard, he's ready, but he has to know if becca is. he steps up, bodies flush, one of gator's hands wandering up the front of her shirt. ]
You've been a very, very bad girl. You're under fuckin' arrest.
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[ Becca giggles, but it quickly dies on her lips with a moan as she feels how hard he is. Fuck, she needs him inside her immediately. She doesn't think it'll take them too long to get down to it. Not this time, after they've been dancing around it for a while.
They clearly want each other. And now is the time. Thank fuck. She's been getting impatient.
There's no resistance as he cuffs her, though she does briefly consider trying to struggle a little. Not this first time, she decides, maybe next time. For now, she's compliant, eager, seeing how this plays out before deciding how bratty she wants to be. ]
Is there any way I can make it up to you, sir? I can be good...
[. Right now, she's mostly being pretty good for him, but no promises. Becca doesn't make promises she can't keep. She groans as Gator's hand slips up her shirt, warm against her soft skin. She doesn't have a bra on, so he'll have easy access to her breasts. Part of her wishes she'd worn a skirt so he'd have easier access to everything. Next time. ]
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[ gator thrusts against her again, another groan, before he cups her breast. he can feel the piercing, knowing he has a matching one, and he pinches softly. he plays with her nipple, free hand reaching to rub her through her pants. he's matching his pace, stroking her thinly-clothed pussy in time with the way his thumb teases her nipple. ]
I'm sure you can, now. But what I want needs a little bad.
[ his breath is hot on becca's neck, and with a swift motion, gator takes his hands away, then pulls at her pants. he slips them down, then her underwear, revealing becca's ass. he squeezes one side, then slaps it - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to prove a point. ]
Tell me you want my dick.
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[ She shivers as he teases her, pussy growing wetter as he strokes at it through the fabric. But it's not nearly enough before he pulls away, which draws out a frustrated little groan. It's followed by a gasp when he pulls down her pants, and then her underwear.
Fuck, if he's going to take her right there outside of the van, it might be one of the hottest things she's ever experienced. Becca squeals at the slap, the sound clearly more pleasure than discomfort. She can take way more than that, gladly. ]
I want your dick - I need it so bad. Please, baby. Take this pussy.