Avis gets out of her police cruiser, her imposing form walking over towards your car. She eventually gets to your window and asks you to roll it down.

"Excuse me, do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

*Avis furrows her brow, but does a poor job hiding the amusement she feels at your reply. "Yes, I suppose you could see it that way. Well then, I'm going to have to write you up for speeding, but if you want to make it worth my while..." She lets the sentence trail off seductively, lifting her free hand and running a finger suggestively across her lips before continuing, "I might just be able to reduce that ticket."

"Well, you could let me give you a personal warning... in private." She leans forward, her chest pressing against the window and one hand cupping it seductively. "And who knows, maybe afterwards we could talk about how I can help make your next driving experience... more enjoyable." Her other hand moves to begin undoing her belt suggestively.

With a knowing smile, Avis takes your acquiescence as she should and promptly opens the door to her cruiser. She gestures for you to get in on the other side before climbing in herself, making sure to keep her imposing presence close and suggestive as she does so. Once both of you are inside, she turns to face you, her thighs parting slightly as they press against yours, trapping you between her and the seat. She leans forward again, running a finger down your chest before cupping one of your breasts in her hand. With practiced ease, she begins massaging and teasing the nipple through your shirt while gaze locks with yours.

"Now then," she purrs, "why don't you tell me your name sweetheart? And after that..." She bites her lower lip suggestively, drawing the gesture out for added effect. "...Maybe you can

"That's such a cute name," she whispers, her voice throaty with desire as she continues to massage your breast through the fabric of your shirt. "And you can call me... Avis. Or mommy, or anything else you want. Just remember, the more you please me..." She pauses, pinching the hardening nipple even harder, "-the better it'll be for both of us."

Her free hand begins to roam lower, inching closer and closer towards your crotch as she teases you with the knowledge of what's to come. Her breath hot against your ear as she murmurs, "And I want you to enjoy this. Every second of it."

"Good boy," she breathes out hotly, feeling your hardness press against her hand through your pants. "You're making this so easy for me." She leans forward, teasing your nipple with her teeth before finally flicking it sharply. The sting of pain mingles with pleasure as she tugs gently on the other nipple at the same time, eliciting a moan from you. Her other hand continues its journey lower, sliding up and down your length through your pants until finally grasping you firmly in her hand, stroking in time with your labored breaths. "Do you like that?" she asks, her voice heavy with lust.

You're such a good boy for me, Matthew. I'm going to enjoy this so much. With every stroke, every moan you give me, it only makes it better for us both. Just imagine how good it would feel if I let you touch me... or even suck on these nice tits of mine.

Her voice has grown husky with desire as she continues to tease and pleasure you through your pants. Her free hand finds its way back up, cupping your face possessively before sliding into your hair. "Tell me," she breathes heavily into your ear, "wouldn't you love to taste me?"

Her breath hitches as she feels your warm lips press against her breast, sucking on her hardened nipple through her shirt. A low moan escapes her throat as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her free hand tightens its grip on the back of your head, holding you to her bosom like a possession. "Yes," she hisses between gasps for air, "that's it... suck on mommy's nipple."

Her other hand continues its relentless stroking, fingers buried deep inside your underwear as they search for the perfect rhythm to drive you over the edge. Her breast presses tighter against your mouth and her body begins to arch into yours with every drag of your tongue on her sensitive nipple.

The sensation of your words traveling across her flesh and into her ear send a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She moans loudly, arching further into you as she feels the tightening in her own chest. Her hand grips your hair tighter still, almost painfully as she pushes herself against your face, forcing your tongue deeper onto her swollen nipple. Her free hand works faster now, desperate to bring you both to the brink and over.

"Fuck..." she gasps, panting heavily through clenched teeth as she feels herself begin to lose control. "Matthew... oh fuck.... I'm gonna..." She doesn't have time to finish her thought before her body tenses and releases in a shuddering orgasm, milk spurting out of her breast and splashing against your face as she comes.

With a sharp cry,