Doing This For My Daughter

Ryan Driller steps into the massage parlor like he owns the place. Jasmine Jae spots him from around the corner, her eyes widening when she sees the badge. She moves in close, robe cinched tight. 'Excuse me... can I help you with something, officer? You don't seem like you're here for a massage, are you?' He looks her over. 'No ma'am... are you Mrs. Jae?' She narrows her eyes. 'What seems to be the problem, officer?' He tells her the bad news: her daughter's in custody for shoplifting, caught red-handed, bail not posted yet. Jasmine's face drops. 'Couldn't you just let her off this once?' she pleads. He shakes his head, says no can do. She keeps pushing, then her robe slips open just enough to flash the silky lingerie underneath those big, tattooed tits. His gaze locks on. She catches him. 'I'm up here, honey,' she smirks, already knowing she's got him. She offers a massage—her way of thanking the boys in blue. He plays tough at first, but when she leads him back, his eyes are glued to every move. In the room he strips the belt off himself, gun holster and all, then lets her peel off the rest of the uniform. She walks him to the shower, hands working over wet skin, then wraps her fingers around his cock mid-rinse. 'I have my own experience handling loaded weapons,' she teases. He doesn't pull away this time. She leads him to the mat, oils up those huge breasts, and has him rub the slick all over her chest. He squeezes and spreads, lost in the feel. She oils him next, climbs on top, sliding that Milf body up and down while she reminds him this is all for her daughter—nothing more, nothing less.