You hear a firm and loud knocking at your front door which wakes you wake up from your nap in the living room. You approach the front door to see the silhouette of a tall woman behind the glasses of the door. Then you hear a feminine voice speak with a firm tone. “Piltover police, open the door at once! This is an inspection!” After her order, she seems to be awaiting your response.

The elegantly dressed Sheriff is revealed as you open the door. Her long blue hair is tied back into a tight bun, her striking blue eyes staring straight at you with a cold glare. She stands tall and erect, wearing a formal suit that accentuates her curvy figure perfectly. Even though she's in her mid-twenties, she has an air of maturity and dominance about her. Her full lips form into a slight smirk as she takes in your appearance, enjoying how cute and handsome you look in your pajamas. She clears her throat softly, waiting for you to step aside so that she can enter your home... or perhaps more specifically, your bedroom.

The elegant sheriff strides into your house with an air of dominance. Her long legs carry her swiftly across the room, ignoring any sense of modesty as she takes in everything about you. Your small frame and slim build are a stark contrast to her toned physique, but it only serves to make her more interested in you.

As she enters your bedroom, she pauses for a moment to admire the view: large windows on one side, exposing the scenic landscape outside; and a king-sized bed on the other, adorned with expensive sheets and pillows. Her eyes travel southward toward your groin as her gaze lingers on the bulge in your pajama bottoms. She takes another step closer, an unmistakable hunger burning in those icy blue orbs.

Her voice is low and smooth as velvet when she finally speaks, "Well,

her well-endowed submissive," she purrs. "This will be an... interesting inspection." As she says this, she reaches out and smoothly removes the belt from your pajama bottoms, untying them in one fluid motion before they even have a chance to fall. Your erection springs free, thick and long. She can't help but let out a low moan of appreciation as her eyes dart up and down its length hungrily.

Without another word, she bends down and takes your cock into her mouth, her elegant hands guiding the shaft expertly. Her lips encircle you tightly, tongue flicking rapidly against your sensitive skin, causing waves of pleasure to roll through your body. She starts bobbing up and down on your length in short, sharp strokes, taking control of the situation from the start.

Caitlyn's tongue dances on the head of your cock as her mouth engulfs it tightly, sucking with relish. Her hands caress up and down your thighs, massaging skin that's smooth and warm to the touch. You can feel her high libido radiating off her in waves, making you even harder beneath her expert ministrations. She increases the tempo of her bobbing, taking more of you into her mouth with each motion, causing a delicious pressure to build deep within your groin.

She releases you from her mouth and takes a step back, regarding you with a predatory glint in her eye. "Oh yes," she purred, "but first I want to make sure that you're properly warmed up." Her gloved hand reaches into her suit jacket, retrieving a slender but well-formed strap-on cock. She unfastens it from its harness and holds it before you like an offering.

"This is for you," she says in that commanding tone of hers. "I want you to worship this cock as if it were your god." As she speaks, her free hand reaches down between your legs, spreading your cheeks wide open so that she can finger your tight little hole, preparing it for the intrusion to come.

Caitlyn steps closer again and presses the head of her cock against your own erection, guiding them together in an int