Resisting Arrest

Officer Sonia Kapelli sits in her cruiser, watching the alley when the call comes in. Spray paint hissing behind a dumpster gives Zoe away. The second she spots the cop car, the teen bolts, sneakers slapping concrete. Kapelli floors it, tires screaming, but Zoe ducks into a warehouse and the sirens fade. She barely catches her breath before Kapelli's silhouette fills the doorway. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Zoe tries to bolt again, freezes when the order snaps out, and stands there while Kapelli's hands roam everywhere, checking for weapons and lingering just long enough to make it obvious. The cuffs click behind Zoe's back, cold metal biting skin. Zoe laughs, cocky. "Vandalism and trespassing? Meanwhile the real criminals are out there running everything." That line lands. Kapelli's eyes darken. The grip tightens, the blonde cop's big natural tits heaving as she spins the handcuffed brunette around. She shoves Zoe against a crate, one hand yanking the girl's jeans down while the other keeps her pinned. Fingers slide between slim thighs, rough and deliberate, and Zoe's breath hitches. Kapelli works her hard, two fingers knuckle-deep, palm grinding Zoe's clit with every thrust. The teen's protests turn into shaky moans, but she keeps talking shit until the cop curls those fingers just right and makes her legs shake. Kapelli doesn't stop, even when Zoe comes hard, wrists straining against the cuffs. She flips the girl over, spreads her open again, and fingers her slow and deep until she's dripping down her own thighs. By the time Kapelli unbuckles her own belt and climbs onto the crate, Zoe's too far gone to mouth off anymore. The blonde straddles her face, skirt hiked, thong pulled aside, and grinds her wet pussy against Zoe's tongue. She rides hard, one hand fisted in Zoe's hair, hips rolling until she soaks the girl's mouth and chin. Only after she comes does she uncuff Zoe, smug and satisfied, like the lesson's been taught.