Dirty phone sex. Fuck. Caught stealing, and I didn’t do it because I needed it. Fuck no. I ain’t never broke. You gotta know when a girl like me sells what she sells there ain’t a broke day I experience. Honestly, it was just for the rush. If I would had known that he was there, well I guess I woulda still did it. It’s not like there is a thing that I can’t get out of. Dude cop, chick cop it don’t matter. All pigs like to roll in the mud at the end of the day, and I got the pretty pussy good for all varieties.
So when this dude busted me I was only a little worried about getting caught. He cuffed me in front and sat me in the back seat of his cruiser. I looked up at him with my pretty blue eyes and told him I was really a good girl. That I didn’t want to get in trouble, not that I was scared of jail or any of that shit, and I would do absolutely anything to get out of it. Gently I grabbed the loose fabric on the inside of his thigh between my cuffed pants.
He looked down at me, smirked, and shoved me back into the car. As he started driving I knew I had to do something drastic. I leaned back in the plastic seat and put my feet on the edge. Allowing my skirt to fall back and expose my bald cunt barely hidden behind my pretty pink thong. I begged him to let me go, attempting eye contact in his rearview.
Slowly I began rubbing my fingers over the outside of my panties. I begged some more, again yearning for that eye contact. He locked eyes with mine, then glanced down at the naughty things I was doing to myself in the back seat. Once he turned off the main street into the woods I knew I was in the clear. I could be his trashy thief ready to take their punishment, separate from the law. I couldn’t wait to feel his wrath inside of me. Free from this shoplifting conviction I now was.
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