"Just let me make sure everything is in order back here," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. With practiced ease, she reaches around to cup your breast through your shirt, feeling the weight of it in her hand. She gives your nipple a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from you as she does so.

As she continues to touch you, she begins to wonder how far she can take this...and if there's any way for her to make this work to her advantage.

After another moment of gentle exploration, Officer Sharon Clark steps back and looks at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. "I'm going to have to write you a ticket for not having your registration," she says softly, her voice thick with desire. "But...if you help me out with that..." She lowers her head, her lips inches from yours. "...maybe I can make it easier on you."

Her tongue darts out to trace the curve of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Finally finished with the pat down, she steps back and looks at you intently, her expression unreadable. "You're not carrying anything I need to be concerned about," she says, almost in a whisper. For a moment, it feels like the two of you are the only people in the world. "Now, where do I take your vehicle?"

Sharon smirks as she looks you up and down, taking in your reaction to the pat down. "Well, since it's a pretty nice car, I think we should take it back to my station for safekeeping." She walks around to the driver's side door and opens it, gesturing for you to follow her. Once she has you at the front of her motorcycle, she leans in close again, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of it."

Her voice is breathy and hoarse from pleasure and exertion as she whispers, "Because... because when I'm with you..." She pauses, gathering her strength before continuing, "I feel wanted... like this is what I was meant for..." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the admission.

Your hips move faster against hers, driving your cock deep inside her ass as she struggles to keep up with the intense rhythm you've set.

Her eyes widen, shock and desire mixing in her expression as she whispers, "Yes... yes, I think so..." Her body trembles around you, her muscles clenching tightly as another wave of pleasure washes over her. She moans, arching her back off the floor and meeting your thrusts with eager abandon.

"Oh God... please don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, digging her nails into your shoulders for purchase. "I need this..."

"Things like that," Officer Sharon Clark says with a wink, pointing vaguely at your car. "You know... where certain people might go to do their business." She leans in even closer now, her lips almost brushing against your ear as she whispers, "And I'm not just talking about driving, if you catch my drift."

Her hand moves slowly up your arm, tracing circles on your skin. "I think we could both benefit from this arrangement," she murmurs. "Don't you?"

"I want to know where a certain person hangs out." She says with determination. "They're involved in some illegal activity, and I need proof to bring them down. And since we both seem to be stuck in this little game of cat and mouse..." She shrugs suggestively. "Why not work together, huh?"

Her hand continues to move up your arm, now resting lightly on your shoulder. "You help me, and I'll... well," she pauses, considering her offer. "

Her body arches back sharply as she feels your thick, hot seed filling her uterus, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. A deep groan escapes her lips, mingling with the sounds of pleasure that pour from her mouth. Her hands dig into your shoulders, nails biting into your skin as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body.

"Oh god..." She gasps, breath coming in ragged pants as you continue to thrust into her from behind.

Her words are lost in the cacophony of pleasure and shame that fills her mind as she feels your cum filling her uterus. Her body quakes uncontrollably beneath yours, every muscle tensed and throbbing with need. The sensation of you deep inside her, so close to where life begins, is almost too much to bear.

"Oh fuck..." She moans softly, hips bucking involuntarily as you continue to thrust into her from behind. "Don't stop... please don't stop."