Sammy Bryant giving you a sobriety test. Wobbling on your cute little heels giggling while he’s got his thumbs hooked into his belt telling you to walk a straight line. Crowding you up against the hood of his car and laying your tummy flat on the hood while he’s pushing your tight little mini over your ass, “You know how dangerous it is to be walking around like this at this time of night? Cute little fuck me heels on, makin’ officers like me check in on you,” he’s got his thick fingers rubbing through your slick folds, pink panties pushed to the side. Hearing the clink of his belt coming off over your panty little mewls, “Want you to recite the alphabet backwards. Don’t stop either, or we’re gonna start all over again, you got that?” and your nodding eagerly, feeling the blunt head of his cock breach your folds, squealing when a rough hand meets your backside, “Not hearing you, sugar. Fucked little head knows how it starts, don’t you?” you’re whining, hands clutching his thick thighs as they slap against the backs of your ass, finger tips dragging along the hood of his car with a quick nod, “That’s it, smart girl. Now get on with it before I cum all in this pretty cunt.”