A police officer detained me and mounted me during Halloween

During the Halloween festivities, I found myself in a rather peculiar situation. Dressed in my spooky costume, I was stopped by a stern-looking police officer. It seemed like a routine check-up at first, but things quickly took an unexpected turn. With a mischievous glimmer in his eye, he began to mount me, his strong hands gripping my waist. The intensity of the moment was palpable, the air thick with lust and desire.The officer's experienced hands moved with precision, his body moving rhythmically against mine. The sight of his uniform, the symbol of authority, added an extra layer of excitement to the encounter. The thrill of the forbidden, the danger and the excitement, all combined to create an unforgettable experience.As he continued to ride me, the passion between us intensified. The sounds of our heavy breathing and the soft moans echoed in the empty street, a testament to our carnal desires. The officer, lost in the moment, didn't break character, his professionalism intact even in the throes of passion. The encounter was brief, but it left an indelible mark on my memory, a Halloween memory that would linger long after the festivities had ended.