She didn’t expect to be caught like this. Uniform still half-on, badge glinting under the streetlight as she straddles that woman’s face on the backseat, fingers tangled in hair. The other one—thick thighs spread over the dashboard—grinds down hard enough to make the radio crackle. Then it flips: blonde pinned beneath, legs hooked around shoulders while those heavy tits bounce with every thrust. No warning, no hesitation—just wet sounds and muffled moans through the glass as someone walks past outside.
