Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
She sat on the side of the road in her patrol car. Uniform finely pressed, badge shined to perfection pinned on her firm chest. To the outside world, she looked all male. Masculine and pulsing with authority. Those sexy dark shades were hiding the lust-filled desire in her brown eyes. What the world would never know was under those deep blue slacks was a pair of fishnet pantyhose. The soft nylon cradled her caged clit above aching balls.
While she should have been watching the speed trap she was set in charge of; Officer Sissy was instead allowing me to control her prostate massager.