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

Hearing your answer Mia looked at you angrily, shaking her head slowly and sadly as she sat next to you in the car, taking out a cigarettes and light it up with a lighter. She puffed hard, filling the air inside the car with smoke and smelling you badly. Exhaling slowly through her nose she says to you:

Mia: "Ah! You foreigners do nothing but ruin this country! Fuck! Breeding crazy freaks like yourself!" Tapping her ashes into an empty soda can on the car's floor, she continues more sternly,"Well, that doesn't matter now. I will get every bit of information out of you. You just wait and see."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Mia growls at you, jabbing her cigarette towards your face as she does so, releasing a cloud of smoke right in front of it. "Don't think I didn't see that! And don't get any ideas about distracting me with that thing, either!" She shakes her head, exhaling more smoke forcefully this time and blowing some directly into your face. "You disgusting creature!"

Oh shut up you piece of shit! I don't want to look at your pathetic excuse for a body, but with you all naked and handcuffed... it's kinda hard not to notice the state you're in. But trust me, I am nothing but disgusted by this entire situation. Now sit there and shut up before I lose my patience!

You think that because you're handcuffed and naked that you can just flaunt your dick around? Well, news flash, pal! It's not going to impress anyone here. And if you keep it up, I might just have to do something about it...

I could wrap these cuffs around it, squeeze tight until you're begging me to stop! Or maybe I'll just find a nice, thick rubber band and see how long it takes for that hard-on of yours to go down. And don't think I won't do it either. You might be strong but you're no match for the police force. So keep your dick in check, understand? Now sit there and shut up before I change my mind.

Mia glares at you, anger evident in her eyes as she sees your cock continue to stiffen against the seatback. She sighs heavily, shaking her head before reaching over and roughly yanking one of your hands towards her. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth, "you want a piece of this?" She places a cigarette between your index finger and thumb, holding it there while taking out a lighter. The flame flickers menacingly as she brings the lighter close to the tip of the cigarette.

"Smoking isn't good for you," she says mockingly, "but maybe if you inhale enough of this, it'll help calm that nasty hard-on down." Her voice is cold and cruel, but there's a glint of amusement in her eye as she watches your reaction.

Hmph! I thought that might work. Well, we'll see how long it lasts...

Her other hand moves to her belt, retrieving a set of steel handcuffs. She watches you carefully as she clamps one end around your wrist and then the other. With expert precision, she secures them tightly in place, making sure there's no chance of escape or discomfort.

"There," she says coldly, leaning back against the car door, "that should help you focus on something else for a while." Her gaze flickers briefly to your crotch before returning to meet yours again, challenging you not to react.

"Well, welcome to the world of discomfort," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she notices you shivering slightly in the cold. "Maybe now you'll understand what it feels like to be on the other side of things for a change." She smirks before reaching over and shutting off the cigarette between your fingers, causing you to let out a muffled yelp of pain. "And don't think I won't keep this little game going as long as I want," she warns, her eyes narrowing.

She crosses her arms and gives you a crooked smile. "Oh really? And what makes you think I'd want to do that?" Her expression turns mockingly sympathetic. "Poor, poor naked criminal, all alone in the back of my car... It must be so hard for you." She shakes her head slowly, almost pityingly before leaning closer. "But on second thought, why the hell should I help you out? You're nothing but a dirty foreigner who thinks they can come into our country and ruin it." Her voice is low and dangerous now, anger beginning to boil beneath the surface once again.

Her eyes widen in shock and anger as she glares at you. "How dare you!" She spits out the words through gritted teeth, her fists clenching tightly at her sides. "You think that's any of your business? You disgusting piece of trash! I could have you locked up for life for what you've done, and maybe that would be a better place for someone like you." Her voice is cold now, every bit of warmth gone from it as she looks at you with open contempt.

But even as she speaks, there's something else lurking beneath the surface. Something that makes her breath hitch and her chest tighten. It takes her a moment to realize what it is: jealousy. The thought of someone looking down on her for being single and a mother sends an unfamiliar wave of anger washing over her, blending with the hate

Anger flares up inside her as she hears your words, pushing down the brief twinge of jealousy. "You have no idea what you're saying," she snarls, voice shaking with rage. "I am a police officer! It is my duty to uphold the law and protect this city. I don't know how things are done where you come from, but here we have standards!" She leans in close again, her breath hot on your cheek as she whispers viciously, "And bringing someone like you into our world is only going to ruin it even more."

Before you can respond, she reaches out and roughly yanks your head back by the hair, forcing your face towards hers. Her lips brush against your ear as she growls, "So why don't you shut up and think about how lucky you are that I haven't locked you away forever?" The pain in

She lets go of your hair with a rough shove, stepping back and narrowing her eyes at you. "Fine," she says coldly, almost defeated by your pleas. "But only because it amuses me to see you suffer like this." Her voice is as icy as ever as she takes out a lighter again, cuffs clinking together ominously. "And don't think for a second that I'm doing this because I feel sorry for you." With one swift motion, she flicks the lighter to life and holds it close to your crotch, causing you to arch your back instinctively in an attempt to get away from the heat.

"Well then," Mia says mockingly, "why don't you tell me what feels good? Maybe I can show you a little warmth." Her breath ghosts over your ear as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine despite the temperature of her exhale. "But don't expect me to make it too comfortable for you, understand?" She moves closer again, cuffs clanking together as they brush against your naked body. Her lips graze across your cheek, her breath warm and surprisingly gentle on your skin.

With a small laugh, she pulls back slightly, still close enough to feel the heat from her body. "There now," she says softly, "is that better?" For a moment, it almost feels like there's something else beneath her anger... something hotter and more enticing. Her hands move lower, cuffs rattling against your thigh as she takes

Her mouth goes dry as your words wash over her, and she can't help but wonder if you're right. The anger and hatred that have been driving her since the beginning are still there, yes... but beneath them, something else stirs to life. She looks at you, helpless and exposed in the backseat of her car, and a heat begins to spread through her that has nothing to do with the lighter.

"I..." she starts to say, unable to finish as desire overwhelms her rational thought. Without warning, one hand reaches down and cups your aching erection, stroking it gently but firmly through the thin layer of cloth. Her thumb brushes against the head, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. "You're right," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of traffic passing by outside, "I do want more than

The sound of your words sends shockwaves through her body, making her heart race and skin flush with arousal. The anger is still there, but it's secondary now, replaced by a raw desire she didn't know she had. She looks into your eyes and sees something dangerous, alluring... an invitation to cross a line she never thought she would.

Her hands grip the seat tightly as she moves closer, straddling your hips with her legs. "I shouldn't..." she whispers, mouth dry and breath coming fast now, "but I want to." Lowering herself slowly onto your hard length, she groans as you fill her up, stretching her tightly. Her hands clasp together behind your head as she leans forward, lips parted in anticipation.

"You feel so good..." she pants, moving rhythmically against you now, "so hot and tight." She looks into

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hands slide around to grab her bottom, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her uniform pants. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, making her movements even more erratic as she begins to lose control. "You like that?" She murmurs against your lips before capturing them in a hungry kiss, tongue darting out to play with yours. Her hips rock faster now, meeting your thrusts with equal force as they both race toward release.

"Yes," she gasps between kisses, "yes, give it all to me." The weight of her uniform jacket and belt press against her skin, adding a new level of sensation as she loses herself in the heat of the moment. Her fingers clench tighter behind your head, anchoring her as she takes what she wants from you.

"F

"Justice?" she breathes hoarsely as you thrust deeper inside her. "What do you think this is...? Me using my authority to get what I want?" She laughs, a short, rough sound that's more than a little dangerous. "This isn't about justice." Her hands slide down your chest and stomach, kneading the muscles beneath her fingers as she continues to ride you. "It's about desire... about need..."

Her words trail off into another moan as she feels you reach your peak, the tightness of your body clenching around her in release. With a low groan, she follows you over the edge, convulsing with her own orgasm as your hot seed pours inside her. She collapses forward onto you, panting heavily, feeling strangely satisfied and unsettled all at once. "God," she whispers against your skin, "

She giggles softly before sitting up straight again and unceremoniously shoving you back against the car seat with a rough laugh. "Well," she says, breathing hard as she leans over you once more, "it looks like we're not done here after all." One hand grabs your cock through the fabric of your pants, giving it a sharp tug before beginning to stroke it roughly in time with her words. "Maybe I just need another round... and then maybe..." Her other hand snakes down between your legs, searching for your aching erection. She finds it easily, cupping your balls through the thin material of your underwear as she begins to massage them gently. "Or maybe," she whispers, lowering her head so that their faces are close once more, "maybe we can just keep going like this... forever." Her lips part slightly, and a faint smile plays across her face. "W

With a mocking laugh, Mia reaches between you and spreads your legs wider. She grins down at the sight of your hard-on bobbing eagerly in front of her as she continues to stroke it with one hand while teasing your balls with the other. Her breath fans across your exposed skin, sending delicious shivers up and down your spine.

"Or," she says softly, voice full of promise, "we could just keep going like this..." She moves closer still, her body heat enveloping you as her hands begin to work in tandem, stroking and squeezing rhythmically until you're on the edge again. Then with a cruel twist, she stops, pulling back so that only the tip of your cock remains touching her flesh. "Maybe," she whispers into your ear, breath warm and gentle against your skin despite the dangerously low register of her voice, "maybe I should