Nuns I went into the lieutenant’s office, and there, on his desk, was an iPad tabletI had seen him using once or twice before. I suspected it might require a password, so I turned it on to check. Nope–it let me log on without a password.
I clicked the browser icon and the next thing I know I’m looking at the PornHub homepage.
That’s cool, I thought to myself. I always thought the lieutenant was a horndog. He certainly filled out his trousers better than every other guy working in our small office.
Nuns I was curious, so I clicked the login form, and low and behold it filled in his username and password. His username was BruiserXXL, causing me to chuckle, then flush with heat in my crotch.
I was really excited by what I saw: a pair of beautiful women being fucked by a well-hung stud. I took the tablet into the women’s room and fingered myself into oblivion. I rubbed my lips rhythmically and pinched my nipples though the blue uniform shirt. I brought myself to the brink of climaxing three times, but each time I got close, I would feel a rush of shame that kept my big-O at bay, shame about Nuns what I was doing.
After a few minutes of trying unsuccessfully to butter my own muffin, I left the bathroom unfulfilled. I walked back to the lieutenant’s dark office to put his tablet back on his desk, and when I bent over to place it on is desk, I felt a the warmth and hardness of a man’s crotch rub against my butt. He was behind me in the dark.
Nuns Instead of turning around to discover who the bulge belonged to, I reached back and started stroking it through the fabric of his dark police-issue trousers.
