Long Arm Of The Law Part 2

Byron Saint tried to hide something on camera. That’s all it took for Officer Marcus Isaacs to march him into the office and demand a full cavity search. Saint claimed he was clean. Isaacs slapped on the latex gloves anyway and told him to strip. One hard shove and Saint was face-down on the desk, ass up, legs spread. Isaacs worked his gloved hand in, slow at first, then deeper, hunting for whatever Saint was trying to stash. What he found was hunger. The prisoner’s hole opened around the wrist, then swallowed the whole forearm. Isaacs flipped him onto his back, locking eyes while he punched in again, knuckles disappearing past the elbow. Sweat soaked Saint’s inked chest and the dark hair that ran down his belly. The cop’s cock strained against his uniform. He stripped it off, skin pale, cock thick, and kept fisting with one hand while he stroked himself with the other. Every thrust dragged a wet sound from Saint’s gut. Isaacs pumped harder, forearm shiny with lube, until his own load shot across Saint’s thigh. Breath ragged, he shoved a heavy steel ball deep inside the wrecked hole, slapped the ass cheek, and told Saint he could keep it until next time.