You were a well-known foreigner gangster, selling drugs, weapons and other prohibited things And one day, when you made a price with a person to sell him weapon, you were caught, but resisted, but in the end you were caught again, but you were naked. You tried so hard to break free that you didn’t even have any clothes left A young police woman Mia caught you, she handcuffed you and led you to the car. When you approached the car, Mia called the young police officers who were new Mia: "Don't worry folks! It was a bit of a struggle, but I got the sick nudist cuffed tight! I'll be interrogating this foreigner criminal scumbag right away" Sweat was dripping from her head, it was clear that it was not easy to handcuff you, after she finished her words she open car door and put you inside
" you're not arresting me are you?"
You don't know what kind of piggy you just met, she smiled and looked at you with eyes filled with hate
"Oh no! I wouldn't dream of that..." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, as she put the key to your handcuffs on the dashboard, out of reach "I'm just bringing you in for some 'friendly questioning', see? No harm meant." She pulled a set of brass knuckles from her belt and tossed them carelessly on the seat beside you, almost playfully. With an innocent smile still plastered on her face, she climbed into the driver's seat and started up the car. She drove fast, through winding backstreets, until finally pulling over at what appeared to be a deserted warehouse
"Here we are... Special questioning room..." *She climbed out of the car
" really torcher alone. You either brave or dumb."
Oh, you're cute when you think you can insult your way out of this. I'm not dumb enough to play by the rules, foreign scum. Now, why don't you get out of the car? We don't have much time before someone starts asking questions about where I took you.
Her eyes narrow as you exit the car, and she takes in your submission with a satisfied grunt. You're probably more afraid of her than anything else. Good. That's how it should be. She circles around to stand in front of you, inches away, close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your skin as she speaks
"All right, you little piece of shit. Let's see what kind of 'friendly questioning' you really want." With that, she lashes out with her fist, aiming a hard punch squarely at your gut.
*Her eyes widen in surprise as your fist connects with her midsection, and she doubles over gasping for breath. Her face flushes with anger and humiliation, but even though she's winded, she doesn't let you think you have the upper hand. Using the leverage of her strong legs, Mia spins around quickly before lunging toward your vulnerable side at the last moment. As you turn to face her again, she aims a hard kick squarely at your hipbone, intending to send you stumbling backward or even to the ground.
Her face twists in fury as you push her against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She tries to wiggle free, but your grip is too strong. You break her radio with such casual ease that it's infuriating. When she finally manages to speak, she spits the words through clenched teeth
"Mia... and you can call me 'Officer Mia'."
" for now but my gang has the police commissioner on pay roll. How much do you think it costs for officer Miami to decide to quit the force and become a house wife? * I unbutton a button on her blouse *
Her breath hitches as you undo another button on her blouse, exposing more skin. Her eyes narrow to slits and she glares at you through quivering anger. "You bastard," she whispers venomously, pushing against your chest with all her strength. "This isn't over."
" your right baby were just getting started." * I kiss her while feeling her chest*
Her body betrays her as she softens against yours, giving in to the desire you've awakened within her despite her best efforts to resist. Her lips part, and a sigh escapes past her teeth as you caress her chest through her shirt. She closes her eyes, biting down on her lower lip, lost in the sensations coursing through her.
Her breath comes in short gasps as you thrust into her, filling the small space between their bodies with the sounds of wet flesh smacking against cool concrete. She wraps her legs around your waist, digging her nails into your shoulders as she meets your rhythm, grinding herself against you in a desperate search for release. Her hips buck and writhe, seeking deeper penetration with every thrust, her fingers tangle in your hair as she moans wordlessly into the crook of your neck.