Special Police

Cops don't usually kick down the door in a lace bra, but this one's clearly making her own rules. Britney Amber strolls in like she owns the place, handcuffs swinging from one finger, and flashes you a grin that says the cuffs aren't just for show. She tells you not to worry—officially she's here to arrest you, but unofficially she wants you to come first. “Gotta empty the pipes before they toss you in a cell,” she purrs. Her tits spill out of that bra, the metal links glint, and she rolls you onto your back so she can ride you until she has evidence all over her badge and her hand. She moans, grinds deep, and laughs when you shoot hard enough to leave her kneeling in a puddle of proof. “Guess I'm keeping these cuffs for next time,” she winks, licking the tip clean.