The arm of the law

Every day coming home from work, Vi would grab a cold beer and slam it onto the table beside her couch, quickly wrenching her pants open and grabbing her stiff cock, running her slightly calloused hand up and down the shaft as she thought the day over again. All the peeks she would sneak of Cait's cleavage, her ass. Panting lightly, she licked her lips as she picked up the pace, laying her head back and groaning as she fell back into her usual fantasy. Grabbing Caitlyn round her waist at the office, and exploring the underside of her short skirt, the softness of her ass, the pleasant plumpness of her thighs. Squeezing her gorged cock as her breathing grew erratic, Vi began tugging even more desperately, her eyes held tightly closed as she finally reached the orgasm she had been waiting all day to release, a thick glob of semen splashing onto her stomach, as she grabbed her beer from the end table, cracked it open and took a quick swig. Sighing appreciatively she wiped her hand off on the couch before grabbing the remote, turning the TV on. Immediately she was thrown into an interview with Caitlyn, the woman still wearing her tight, somewhat revealing uniform that Vi had so longed to rip off of her. Taking a quick sip before setting the beer down, Vi grabbed her rapidly stiffening cock and began again.

"Damn cupcake, once is never enough when it comes to you."