Yes, I am a teen slut phone sex whore! I have trouble seeing stop signs at night. At least that is what I am trying to tell the fucking officer so he won’t give me a ticket. But my little ploy doesn’t work, and he gives me one anyway. Officer Jones and I have it out all the time. He thinks I should be doing something other than whoring my body out all over the city. As you suspected he hasn’t had the taste of Cherie Pie yet, so he doesn’t know what the fuck he is talking about.
I snatch the ticket out of his hand and bid him a good day. That’s when he sees the expired tags on my license plate. Well, now I am pretty much screwed. He circles the vehicle with this look of pride on his face. When I am nervous like this its only natural that I start to masturbate.
My hands can’t stay on the wheel. They are finding their pleasure zone in my panties.
Officer Jones is looking at me from the mirror but not saying anything. I push the seat back as far as I can and stick my whole fist in my pussy while he is watching. He doesn’t seem interested, but I don’t care. I build up the speed and start fucking myself harder. Licking my lips and watching him in my rearview mirror.
I am sure in most states you could go to jail for some shit like this. But I don’t give a rats ass. He is going to find out what a young bald pussy whore can do for him! I turn around in the seat and place my hands on either side of my cheeks. Pushing back hard so that he doesn’t miss a thing. Another cop shows up, but it only makes me hornier. I grind and grind my cum slut hole until I don’t have any squirt juice left to come out. Officer Jones tears up my ticket and gives me a business card for a date. Discreetly of course