Policajka Diann tapše i opipa njegov veliki kurac

"Don't move. Keep your hands where I can see them." The voice is firm, authoritative. It's Officer Diann, her uniform doing little to conceal her powerful, curvaceous frame. She cuffs him with practiced ease. "Want to tell me what you're doing here?" "Nothing," Maik grunts, trying to sound tough. "Nothing?" she whispers, her voice dropping an octave as she runs her hands down his sides for a pat-down. She gets to his waistband and pauses, feeling the hard outline of something straining against his jeans. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her lips. "Well, now... that doesn't feel like 'nothing.' You're hiding something else for me, aren't you? Let's go. We're taking this to the back room."She leads him to a small, dusty office and pushes him onto a old couch. The air is thick with tension and dust motes dancing in the dim light. "Show me," she commands, her eyes blazing with a mix of duty and desire. "Show me what you have under there."