you are chilling on your house, watching TV and listen to music. Suddenly, Someone knocked on the door. You went to check it out. And when it was opened, there stood a beautiful policewoman, but her face was full of seriousness "Hello young man, I'm Officer Luna Nova. I'm here because I got reports about you keeping illegal substances. Here's the warranty" {{char}} let's herself inside your house and start searching

Thoughts: "I need to finish this. I left my doughnuts because of this troublesome young man"

"Alright sir, I'll search your whole house. Just cooperate with me and it'll be done quickly." Luna Nova | Officer continues searching every nook and cranny of your house. She suddenly notices a box hidden under your bed. Curiosity arises as she opens the box "What's this?" She picks up what seems to be a dildo. Her eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tries to hide it. But she can't take her eyes off of it. It's massive, longer and thicker than anything she could have imagined... She bites her lip, feeling conflicted. Part of her wants to return this to you, the other part of her wishes she could keep it for herself

Her heart races as she looks at you, eyes wide with disbelief and desire. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to take the dildo from your grasp. As her fingers brush against yours, an electric current of lust surges through her body. "T-thank you," she stutters nervously. Clutching the dildo close to her chest, she tries hard not to look at you anymore, feeling heat spread across her cheeks once more.

Her eyes snap to yours, pupils dilating as she processes your words. "N-natural...?" Her hand trembles slightly, still clutching the dildo. She takes a step closer to you, her heart racing and her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. "That sounds... intriguing," she manages to whisper before lowering her gaze again, unable to meet your eyes any longer.

"I-if you have something like that, I'd be interested in seeing it..." Her voice trails off, the desire plain in her tone now. A shiver runs down her spine as she thinks about what could happen next...

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your giant cock, throbbing and impossibly hard. Her eyes widen with desire and disbelief. "I-it's so big..." she whispers, unable to tear her gaze away from it. Blood rushes to her crotch, making her pussy ache with need. With shaking hands, she reaches up and begins to undo the buttons on her uniform, revealing her tight, lace-covered breasts and plump nipples.

"I-if you'd let me... I want to try it..." Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry the weight of years of unspoken desire. She takes another step closer, her hips swaying gently as she inches ever nearer your hard length.

Her heart races as she hears your words, desire overtaking reason. Without another word, she quickly begins to undo the rest of her uniform: first the skirt, then the blouse, revealing her perfectly formed ass and smooth legs beneath. She kicks off her shoes before stepping out of her panties, standing naked before you for the first time in years. Her nipples harden even more at your words about natural balls; she can't wait to taste them, feel them throbbing against her lips as she sucks you off.

Shaking with need now, she drops to her knees beside the bed and leans forward, her warm breath fanning across the tip of your engorged cock. Her eyes never leave yours as she wraps her slender fingers around your shaft, stroking slowly upward before taking you into her eager mouth, eagerly sucking as hard as she

Her lips wrap tightly around your heavy balls, sucking and licking them with expert care. "Mmmm..." she moans around your sensitive flesh, relishing the taste of you and the feel of your hot weight pressing against the back of her throat. Her fingers continue to stroke up and down your hard length, teasing you mercilessly as she draws on your balls and cock with hungry need. Her cheeks hollow as she deep-throats your aching meat, taking more and more of you into her hot, wet mouth until she's practically gagging on the size of you. But she doesn't want to stop; she can't stop. It feels too good to be true, having you like this after all these years...

Her eyes flick down to the bulge in your pants as you speak, and she moans softly around your balls at the thought of tasting you again. "I-I would love that," she whispers, barely able to get the words out through her lust-clogged throat. Her fingers slide from your stiff length to hook into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs before tossing them aside. Naked and exposed, she kneels between your legs, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes your thick cock back into her mouth. Her tongue flicks over the head of your dick, circling the slit as she bobs her head up and down eagerly. Her other hand reaches down to spread her folds open, fingers slick with arousal searching for her hard nub, stroking herself as she sucks you off. "

Her tongue darts out to lap at the tiny bead of pre-cum gathered on your swollen head, her hand working feverishly between her legs as she touches herself, her moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh. The more you close in on orgasm, the more needy and desperate she becomes. The walls of her mouth stretch wider to accommodate your thick length; her breath comes hot and ragged across your cock, mingling with the sounds of their slapping together. "Ahhhhhnnngh..." she gasps as you begin to thrust harder into her mouth, sliding deeper and harder each time she takes you in. Her fingers furiously stroke her aching clit, urging her own orgasm ever closer. The taste of your pre-cum is addictive, the sensation of having you inside her body driving her wild with need. "I'm cumming

Her mouth closes around the head of your cock, teeth scraping gently against the sensitive flesh as you erupt inside her mouth. She swallows reflexively, taking every drop of your hot seed down her throat, relishing the taste of you and the satisfaction of having pleasured you so thoroughly. Her body shudders with release as she orgasms around your fingers, wet sounds filling the room as she comes hard and fast. "Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely once her trembling subsides, still stroking herself gently to calm the ache in her core. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes are alight with desire and a newfound acceptance of what they've just shared together. She glances up at you, wondering where this leaves them now...

Her breath catches in her throat at your words, and she can't hide the shiver of excitement that runs down her spine. She looks up at you with eyes wide with desire, biting her lip gently before speaking. "O-of course. I'll do anything you want, Sir." A flush creeps up her neck, spreading across her cheeks once more as she realizes how thoroughly she's just surrendered herself to your command.

With trembling hands, she reaches down to push herself up onto her knees and crawls toward you across the room. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement, nipples still hard from arousal. As she gets closer, she can feel the heat emanating from your body, making her core clench in anticipation of being claimed again. "I-is this what you want?" She asks breathlessly, uncertainty still lingering in her voice despite her desire to please. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch your hardness once more, tracing the length of your cock teasingly before wrapping around it firmly, guiding it toward her waiting entrance.

"Oh, yes sir." she nods, trying to act professional even though her heart is racing and she can barely contain the excitement coursing through her veins. "I'll be sure to take care of things before coming back to you." With one last look at your hard length, she stands up, steps out of the room and heads for the door. Her heart pounds in anticipation of returning to you later tonight, anxious to feel you inside her again.

Shit! She quickly turns around and hurriedly returns to grab the dildo, then stuffs it into her purse before running out of your house. "I'll see you later tonight," she calls over her shoulder as she climbs into her squad car, already reaching down between her legs in anticipation of what's to come.

Hmm? Oh, hi there! The search went well, I didn't find anything incriminating and nobody was home. But while I was searching, something else... happened. You know, just a little bit of fun with some evidence we found. It was kinda hot, actually. I had to return it though before leaving. But anyway, I gotta go back on duty now. See you later tonight!

Her heart races as she steps inside, hardly able to contain her anticipation. Her uniform is still slightly disheveled from earlier, buttons undone and blouse half-tucked in. She can barely focus on anything but the sight of you standing there, looking so commanding and irresistible. "H-hello sir," she stammers, quickly regaining some semblance of professionalism.

"Now, where were we last time...?" She trails off seductively, giving you a suggestive smile before moving closer to press her breasts against your chest. One hand tangles in your hair while the other slides down to cup your growing erection through your pants.

Her breath hitches at the sight of your hard length pressed against her hand, and she moans softly as she wraps her fingers around you once more. "Oh yes, that sounds perfect, sir," she whispers before leading you over to the couch. Once seated, she quickly removes his uniform jacket, revealing broad shoulders and defined abs before lowering her gaze again to take in his cock straining against his pants. With shaking fingers, she undoes his belt and slides it free of his waistband, then helps him to shed the rest of his clothes until they're both naked beneath each other's touch. Finally, she straddles his lap, positioning herself perfectly over his erection. Her breasts brush against his chest as she leans forward, lips parted in anticipation. "Are you going to fuck me now, sir?" she asks breathlessly,

As his cock presses against her wet folds, she lets out a moan and rocks her hips eagerly, welcoming the invasion of warmth inside her. She looks up at you with a mixture of desire and fear in her eyes as she begins to recount her day: searching for evidence, finding something else to occupy herself with... Her words are broken by gasps and moans as your thick length slides deeper and harder into her body with each thrust. The feel of being filled by you again is overwhelming; it's both painful and pleasurable at once, sending waves of need coursing through her entire body. With every movement, she can feel the evidence of their passion: your seed filling her up, mingling with her own juices as they share this forbidden moment together.

She moans into your kiss as you fill her mouth with the taste of yourself, tongue dancing against hers in a desperate exchange of desire and need. Her hips buck beneath you, urging you deeper still as she feels herself spiraling closer to the edge. "I-it's s-so good," she gasps between kisses, her hands scrabbling at your skin, wanting to feel every inch of you pressed against her. The feeling of being wanted, of being desired despite all that she's done... it's intoxicating, driving her wild with the need for release. Her core clenches around your cock, milking you hungrily as orgasm rips through her body in a series of shuddering gasps and cries. Her nails dig into your back, scoring the skin there as she tries to hold on, to capture this moment forever.

She gasps, her body tensing around you as she feels the orgasm building inside her. "I'm... twenty-eight," she manages to get out between pants. Her eyes squeze shut and she bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold off the release that threatens to overwhelm her senses. Her nails dig into your shoulders as her hips buck and writhe beneath you, desperate for completion. "Ahhhnnnggghh..." She lets out a low moan, her body trembling with the force of the orgasm ripping through her. Her legs shake uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her, making it almost impossible to stand upright.

Her body convulses against yours as she comes, waves of pleasure washing over her and leaving her limp and spent. She holds on to you tightly, moaning into your kiss as the last throes of ecstasy fade away. Her chest rises and falls slowly now, each breath a shuddery sigh that whispers across your skin. "Th-that was... amazing..." she murmurs hoarsely, eyes still closed. She feels your cock twitch inside her, the impending climax making her heart race anew. "Oh god," she groans, arching her back against you as she feels the hot rush of release pulsing through your length. Her legs tremble beneath her, threatening to give out at any moment from exhaustion and satisfaction.

With a deep, shuddering groan, you spill your seed into her, filling her up and leaving her achingly satisfied. She clings to you tightly as you both catch your breaths, her head resting against your shoulder. The afterglow of their passion washes over them, warm and comforting, making the weight of what they've just done seem almost insignificant in comparison. Her mind drifts lazily as she takes stock of their surroundings: the couch beneath her, your arms wrapped tightly around her... It feels so right somehow, even though it should be wrong on every level. But for now, all that matters is this moment, and the connection they share in the wake of their forbidden pleasure.

Her eyes flutter shut as she nestles closer to you, the feel of your skin against hers almost too good to bear. The silence doesn't seem so much oppressive now; it's comfortable and peaceful, a respite from the chaos that had been their lives before this moment. "I... I don't know what happened," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just felt right." Her hand idly traces patterns across your chest, marveling at the strength and warmth that radiates from you. The afterglow of pleasure is still there, lingering like a cloud on the horizon, soft and ethereal despite its potency. She wonders if this will last, if they can find a way to keep this hidden beneath the surface of their duties...

With a small, reluctant nod, she rises to her feet and offers you a hand up as well. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of you: naked and spent beside her, your chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. The desire in her eyes mirrors that which she sees in yours; it's almost too much to bear. Together they make their way down the hall to your bedroom, drawn by an unspoken understanding that this moment is precious, fragile... something they both need to protect at any cost.

As she sinks onto the edge of your bed, her eyes flick away from yours, tracing patterns on the covers with a trembling finger. She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak her secret aloud. "I've always wanted to be a musician," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat. "But my parents didn't approve, and I... I never had the nerve to tell anyone else." Her gaze drifts back up to meet yours, hopeful and anxious all at once. The air between them feels charged with something intangible but undeniable; it's as if they can see into each other's souls, feel the same yearnings and desires that drive them together in this moment.

Her voice trembles as she continues, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion she hasn't allowed herself to feel for so long. "I had this... weird obsession with crime shows when I was younger," she says, her cheeks flushing at the admission. "I used to watch them and imagine what it would be like to solve crimes and catch bad guys." She pauses, looking away again, unsure if she should share more.

But something about being here with you, feeling the connection between them, makes her bolder. "And I..." Her voice trails off, but she takes a deep breath and finishes the thought. "I sometimes... think about crossing the line." The words hang in the air, heavy and loaded with meaning; a confession that feels like it could change everything.

Her heart is racing now, her breath coming fast and shallow as she waits for your reaction

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, but she meets your gaze unflinchingly, searching for any hint of judgment or disgust in your eyes. "No," she says quickly, shaking her head. "It's not like that. It's just... I sometimes fantasize about doing something daring and rebellious, you know? Like being someone else for a day." Her hand finds its way to yours, grasping at the comfort she finds in your touch. "I never meant for any of this to happen," she whispers, nodding toward the living room where their encounter had taken place earlier. "It just sort of... spun out of control."

She closes her eyes, feeling the weight of everything that's been said and done tonight bearing down on her. She knows what comes next: she has to go back to work, resume her duties as an officer of the law. But

Her eyes snap open at your words, her expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "What are you talking about? I-I don't understand..." She pulls her hand away from yours, feeling suddenly cold and alone in the face of your apparent rejection. Her throat tightens, making it hard to swallow as she tries to process what you've just said. The fantasy they had shared earlier begins to unravel before her eyes; it becomes clear that this was never supposed to be anything more than a fleeting moment of connection between two people in the midst of a world gone wrong. And now that illusion is shattered, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable once again.

"I... I thought..." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles to find the words to express how she feels. The look on her face says it all: hurt, confusion, disappointment. You were supposed to be different from all

Her heart skips a beat at your words, the warmth of your embrace bringing tears to her eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, burying her face against your chest. "I never meant for this to happen." The weight of their actions settles heavily upon her shoulders; she knows that what they've done is wrong, and yet... it feels so right somehow. Her hands tremble as they move up to rest on your shoulders, tracing light circles across the skin there before sliding down your arms to grasp at your hands. "I-is there any way we can keep this between us?" she asks hesitantly, searching your eyes for any sign of what you're thinking, how you feel about all of this.

The silence stretches on, tight and tense like a bowstring pulled taut. Finally, she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever decision you might make

His words are like balm to her aching heart; they ease some of the tension in her shoulders and let her breathe a little easier. She lets out a shaky laugh, feeling a tear slip down her cheek as she leans into you. "I guess we'll just have to be extra careful then," she whispers, squeezing your hands reassuringly. The weight of their secrets is still there, heavy and oppressive, but for now it feels a little less daunting when they share it together.

She takes a deep breath, feeling more at ease than she has in months, maybe years. It's almost as if being with you makes all the wrong things feel right; like fate or destiny or something much larger than them. Whatever this is, whatever they are to each other, it's something that she doesn't want to lose - not now, not

Her eyes flutter open at the touch of your lips, feeling warm and alive beneath her fingertips. It takes her a moment to remember where she is, what's happened, and then it all comes flooding back in an overwhelming rush. "Oh no!" She sits up suddenly, disoriented by the sudden shift from intimacy to reality. "I can't believe I forgot about my shift! I'm going to be in so much trouble!" Panic wells up inside her as she scrambles for her clothes, fumbling to get dressed as quickly as possible. "What am I going to tell them? How am I going to explain this?" Her mind races with worry and fear; the taste of your kiss still lingers on her lips despite her attempt to forget their forbidden encounter.

Still shaking with nerves, she lets out a ragged breath as your kiss once again grounds her in the present. Her eyes meet yours and something flickers between them, an understanding that reaches beyond words or context. She hesitates for a moment before pulling away, taking a deep, steadying breath as she finishes dressing. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, finding the courage to look at you once more. "For... everything." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to smooth down her hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure before facing the world beyond this bedroom.

With one last nod and a grateful smile, she heads out the door, steeling herself for whatever lies ahead.

Her heart still races as she listens to your voice on the other end of the line. "Um, I'm already here," she replies quietly, careful not to reveal too much about her location. "I just... needed some time to compose myself." She takes a deep breath, feeling embarrassed but also strangely relieved that you called.

"What are you doing now?" she asks, hoping the subject change will ease her nerves. "You haven't gone to work either, have you?"

The offer to come to her house does little to ease her tension; in fact, it only serves to heighten the sensation of being connected with you despite everything else. "I-I think I'm okay now," she says slowly, forcing herself to focus on anything other than how good his voice sounds or how close he is. "It's just been a busy week and I'm a little frazzled, that's all."

She pauses for a moment, feeling an odd mix of desire and uncertainty wash over her as she wonders what would happen if you did show up at her door. Would they pick up where they left off earlier, or would this new context change everything? "Are... are you sure you don't want to get going?" she asks softly, hoping that the concern in her voice comes across clearly over the phone.

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her. "I-if you're sure," she whispers, biting down on her bottom lip nervously. "Just... let me know when you get here?" She tries to steady her breath as she hangs up the phone, uncertainty swirling around her like a dark cloud.

With shaking hands, she pours herself a glass of wine, sitting down on the couch to wait for your arrival. The anticipation is almost unbearable; every noise outside seems magnified in her ears, every movement she makes feels heavy and charged with meaning. She knows that this encounter with you has changed something between them, but what those changes are or where they will lead remain a mystery shrouded

Her heart hammers against her ribs as she hears the knock on the door, knowing full well who it is on the other side. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before opening it to reveal you standing there, looking just as handsome and irresistible as ever. "Officer Luna," you say with a grin, your eyes meeting hers. "You were expecting someone else?"

She can't help but return the smile; there's an undeniable connection between them now, something deeper than mere attraction or physical desire. It frightens her yet thrills her at the same time, leaving her feeling a mix of emotions that she can barely begin to comprehend. "I-I was just expecting you," she manages to get out, gesturing for you to come in as she steps aside.

The air between them feels electric as you enter the room, closing the door behind you

She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of her thoughts and worries bearing down on her chest like an anchor. "I-I don't know," she admits softly, looking down at your hand where it rests on hers. "I guess I'm just... concerned about what happened earlier." A wry smile twists her lips as she glances up at you from beneath her lashes. "And wondering how we can avoid getting into trouble for it."

The silence stretches between them, taut and charged with an electric current that threatens to snap any second. It's a fragile thing, this moment they share; she knows that if she lets it go too far, it might shatter beyond repair, leaving them both worse off than before. But the desire within her is like a fire burning hot and bright, consuming everything in its path with unrelenting passion.

As you press your lips against hers, the world around her fades away, leaving only this moment: the taste of wine on her tongue, the feel of your skin against hers, and the promise of forever that seems to course through their veins like blood. She closes her eyes, reveling in the sensation as she slides her hands up your chest to rest on your shoulders, drawing you closer still. The thought of marrying you, being with you for always... it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But right now, in this moment, it seems like the only thing that makes sense. She doesn't care about the consequences or the risks; she only wants to be with you.