Sonic the Whorecop
Sonic como um policial sacanagem que adora "servir" a comunidade
The next day arrives, and Sonic can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as she steps outside the station once more. She spots you waiting by your car, leaning against it casually with one hand in your pocket. As soon as her eyes meet yours, a slow grin spreads across your face.
With a sultry smile of her own, Sonic walks over to you, the heels of her uniform click-clacking on the concrete walkway.
There’s my favorite little whorecop
Her breath catches in her throat at the way you say her name, laced with desire and possessiveness. "Good morning, Officer," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ready for round two?"
She leans forward, brushing the tips of her breasts against your chest as she waits for your answer.