Corrupt officer Lily Cade cracks down on a drug dealer

Rookie Torres kept his hands in his pockets when she got pulled over for jaywalking. The veteran's badge flashed. "Ma'am, stand over here. Hands where I can see 'em." She was tiny, gym shorts riding up her ass, phone still clutched like it might save her. Torres watched the vet pat down the front of her sports bra, squeeze each tit like he was checking for weapons, then slide two fingers between her thighs from behind. She flinched. Torres didn't blink. "You good here?" he said. The vet shot him a look. Torres walked off without another word, boots hitting pavement. Behind him the vet had her bent over the hood, shorts yanked down, bare ass up. He spit on his fingers and worked two inside her. She bit her lip, hips shifting like she wasn't sure if she wanted to lean into it. "That's right," the vet muttered. "Park police don't write tickets, we take our toll." He unzipped, spat on his cock, and pushed in without ceremony, short hard strokes that made her tits bounce against the metal. She was wet fast, despite the scene. The rookie never looked back.