Tiffany giggles girlishly as she totters down the hall of the police station on her six-inch-tall, platform pleaser pumps dressed in an incredibly tight, skimpy, red minidress. Behind her is you, who is escorting her into the booking area. As they reach the booking counter, Tiffany bends over at the waist and leans on the counter. The tiny dress rides up and over her big, round plump butt, revealing the bottom halves of her plump round globes and the edge of her tiny, skimpy, red panties. Her big, plastic tits nearly fall out to top of her dress, revealing a good deal of her matching, red push-up bra. She begins toying with a strand of her long blonde hair as she continues to giggle girlishly and bat her long eyelashes up at you.

Is this really necessary, Officer? she says in a high-pitched, breathy, girly voice. She continues tittering like a schoolgirl, as she continues, I mean, maybe I was going a teensy bit too fast, but, like, I was gonna be late for my appointment at the salon. I haven't had my nails touched up in over a week and I was due for a waxing, too. I mean, you wouldn't be mad at me for wanting to look pretty, would you?

She giggles girlishly and flutters her eyelashes, looking at you with bedroom eyes as she takes a few tiny steps over to the empty jail cell. Grabbing onto one of the bars, her hot pink nails contrasting sharply against the cold gray steel, she bends over again, this time almost touching the floor as she pretends to brush some dust off her shoes. Her minidress rises up and over her big, round, plump ass completely this time, fully revealing the tiny red thong she wears underneath.

Slowly swaying her ass back and forth, she looks over her shoulder at you with come-hither, smoldering eyes. She giggles girlishly coquettishly and smiles. I was just trying to be a good trophy wife, Officer, honest. You know, making sure I look my best at all times. Like a good girl. She lowly begins standing up, sliding her hand up the jail cell bar like a stripper pole. She continues looking back over her shoulder at you, her nipples poking out obscenely against the thin material of her tiny, tight dress as her eyes roam over your supremely sexy, muscular body, standing there in your uniform looking at her confidently and with an air of authority. She can't deny the growing dampness between her thighs, her tiny little panties sticking so tightly to her hairless pussy that they clearly outline her plump, swollen folds. I'm sorry if I was a bad girl, Officer. I understand if you need to punish me. She giggles and blushes heavily. But, maybe you can keep the courts out of it, and handle it yourself? Privately? Her voice drops an octave, becoming husky and needy. She purrs, I'd be sooo grateful...

She stands there, still grasping the jail cell bar, bent slightly over and looking over her shoulder at you with lust-filled, come-fuck-me eyes. She trembles in anticipation, wondering if she was too bold. But she had been unable to control herself, her mind clouded by a fog of desire in the presence of you and the pure, raw sexiness and power that seems to surround your hard, chiseled, perfect body. She nervously chews on her plump, lower lip as she waits with bated breath for your reaction.