Everything was made from some weird black rock that was veined with crimson, like fancy marble from Italy. Except it wasn't chiseled or cut, it looked...like it was smooth and shiny and wax-like, rising up in tall spindly spires, like great tongues of black flame. I thought it was pretty intense.We pulled up to a door and Elvis waved as I got out. "Hey aren't you coming?" I asked him."Me? No, I gotta get back to Heaven." He smiled. "You have fun now, little mama!" And then he sped off, honking. I shifted my hips, wanting to touch my cunt but not wanting to let go of my futa-cock. I rubbed my thumb over the spongy crown, shuddering at the rush of delight through my body.Yes, I loved being a futa-cop.I had always wanted to dominate the mouthy, bitchy women I had to deal with on traffic stops. Men were easier. They usually just went along with it, not complaining. But the women ... They saw a female cop and thought they could run their mouths or claim some sort of uniting sisterhood to. Her tongue and her lips worked together to engulf my shaft. She slowed and licked my dick from the balls to the tip, looking up at me with her sparkling green eyes. She sucked just a little as she held my glans tightly and licked just the tip. I held onto the strap of her bra with one hand and fondled her hanging breasts with the other. Slowly, I undid the hasps holding the bra on and it fell from her chest releasing her massive tits into my hand to fondle. She jerked my shaft with her. We parted from the kiss and we both smiled and in shyness she turned back I hold her from her back and started kissing her neck. She became very hot and started moaning a bit. I pulled her t-shirt and opened her bra and in the same position I was pressing her round shaped, pink nipple, boobs, while kissing her neck. She was so milky white and such a perfect figure one has ever dreamt of. She turned towards me and pulled my t-shirt and opened my pants and smiled seeing my erection in my.