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Shirley narrowed her eyes at the officer even as she wriggled back slightly, rubbing her ass on Vince’s cock. She heard his swift intake of breath and heat flooded her pussy. This was what she’d wanted, to meet him and be with him and now she’d gotten it. Would she have preferred it had happened some other way? Hell, yeah but, after all, she hadn’t been raped. Her would-be rapist hadn’t even managed to get her pants off or touch her pussy which was now completely flooded because of Vince’s nearness. There was nothing she wanted more than to arch her back and rub her ass along his shaft but the police officer was standing right there and would see what she was doing. There was no way he could miss it.
Shirley remained securely in Vince’s arms and watched as the other jogger was hauled to his feet. His face was a bloody mess, swellings already appearing on his cheek and forehead, while he held his right arm funny.
“He broke my arm,” he yelled, pointing at Vince with his left. “Arrest him. If you’re gonna arrest me you should arrest him, too.”
“Yeah?” The Hispanic cop asked. “I don’t think so.” And collaring him by his neck he shoved him roughly up the steps.
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