To Protect And Service

Tommy Gunn's barely unpacked in his new digs, firing up his massage gig, when the damn alarm blasts off like a bad hangover. Panicking, he misses the security company's call and blanks on the code. Enter Officer August Taylor, striding in all authoritative, cooling him down and killing the noise. But she's got rules—gotta charge him for the false alarm, no real danger here. Tommy's scraping by, so he pleads: swap a free massage for letting this slide? Swears on his life, lips sealed. Nerves jangling, he demos the setup. August ducks to the john, comes back ready to unwind. Tommy dives in, kneading those tight knots at the base of her back, chat flowing awkward at first. Quick as that, he picks up her vibe—she's craving some real attention. 'You've got me feeling seen, more than my hubs in years,' she admits with a smirk. She green-lights him to those full, heavy breasts, and hell, she snakes a hand over, gripping his rock-hard cock bulging through those crisp white pants. Tommy's hands wander, stirring up memories of touches long forgotten, making her squirm just right. 'Keep this our dirty little secret,' he says, 'and I'll make this the rubdown of your wildest dreams.' Moans mix with hungry kisses, cranking the heat till it's sizzling. August drops low, wrapping her lips around him in a messy, eager blowjob that leaves him throbbing. Then Tommy flips the script, slamming his thick, stiff cock deep into her soaking pussy, pounding hard and relentless, owning every gasp.