I was caught masturbating in the car. Powerful squirt [Caught in Public]

The car was parked on a quiet, shadowy street, but my heart was pounding loud enough to drown out the world. My jeans were pushed down to my ankles, and my tank top was hiked up, exposing my tits, which were slick with sweat. I was caught in the act, fingers deep in my cunt, rubbing my clit furiously. The guy who busted me wasn’t some random stranger. It was a cop, his stern face illuminated by the glow of his flashlight. He watched as I frantically fucked myself, my juices squirting out with each violent thrust of my fingers. His eyes widened as he saw the wetness spreading across the leather seat. “Keep going,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. I didn’t need to be told twice. I spread my legs wider, giving him a full view of my gaping pussy, dripping and desperate. The windows were fogged up, the air thick with the scent of my arousal. I could feel the orgasm building, my body tensing as I fucked myself harder, my fingers slamming into my G-spot. The cop’s breath hitched as he watched, his hand moving to adjust his bulging cock. I knew he was enjoying the show, and that turned me on even more. My body convulsed as the orgasm hit, a powerful squirt shooting out, coating my hand and the seat beneath me. The cop let out a low groan, his eyes never leaving my convulsing body.

The aftermath was a mess of heavy breathing and sticky fluids. I slowly pulled my fingers out, my pussy still pulsing with aftershocks. The cop, his face flushed, finally spoke, “You’re under arrest for public indecency.” But his voice lacked conviction, and I knew he was as affected as I was. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “Turn around,” he commanded, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. As I turned, exposing my ass to him, I couldn’t help but smile. This night was far from over. His rough hands grabbed my wrists, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into my skin. But all I could focus on was the heat of his body behind me, the hard bulge pressing against my ass. I wiggled, teasing him, and he let out a low growl. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, but I knew he loved every second of it. The car was filled with tension, the air thick with unspoken desires. And as he leaned in, his breath hot on my ear, I knew this arrest was going to be anything but ordinary.