You're Under Arrest

You're busting through the front door, tickets in hand, cocky grin on, ready to blow your hot wife's mind. Alexis Fawx lights up, tits bouncing as she grabs you, eyes already promising a nasty thank-you ride in the bedroom. Door's barely shut when Officer Charles Dera knocks, hard and official. Her sweet smile drops. You bolt upstairs, heart hammering, and jam yourself into the closet like a guilty rat. She tries to sell the innocent-wife bit, but he isn't buying it. They drag you out, slap cuffs on, and lay out the international fraud charge. She sees the tickets, connects the dots, and turns on you like a switch flipped. Fury, betrayal, pure "how fucking dare you" energy. She lunges; Dera holds her back. Then she flips the script: she won't go downtown, she'll stay right here and prove she's got nothing to hide by taking the cop's dick while you watch. You beg. She laughs. Tells you straight—his cock is what she wants, not your pathetic little one. Dera tries to stay professional, but she's already on her knees, sucking him loud and sloppy, ordering you to keep your eyes open. She climbs on, rides him hard, big tits swinging in your face, pussy stretched around a real man's dick. Every thrust she reminds you that you'll never touch her again. You just lie there, cuffed, watching her use the law to fuck you over for good.