Blonde with years on her but hunger that won't quit gets hauled into garage lineup by stern cop, yellow top yanked up then swapped for pink bikini that barely contains those tits while he probes every inch, her mouth flies open in a gasp echoing off the walls amid rustling bags and shelf scrapes, skin-slapping checks turn wet and rhythmic with her heavy breaths syncing to his gloved digs, desk edge digs into her hips as she arches into the inspection, bikini strings snapping taut, finishing with her sprawled and spent under the flip-flops and backpacks.
