Lauren Phillips & Lance Hart: Freedom to Fuck

Lauren Phillips stands in front of an American flag, reading a PSA about the First Amendment. Federal Agent Lance Hart bursts in, badge out, ready to cuff her for lewd conduct. She smiles, grabs his cock, and tells him to just go with the flow. She drops into a chair and orders him to remove her heels. He kneels, pulls them off, sniffs her nylon-covered soles, then works his way up. The stockings come down. He licks and sucks her toes while she watches. She spreads her legs and tells him exactly how to eat her. He obeys. She comes on his face again and again. Lauren straps on a thick dildo, shoves it down his throat, soaks it with spit, then lines it up behind him. She drives it deep into his ass, tits bouncing with every thrust. She flips him onto his back, pegs him wide open, stroking his cock in time with the strokes—then she stops, denying him right at the edge. Crop in hand, she lashes his chest and stomach, then plants her pussy on his mouth and rides until she shakes. After that she ties him spread-eagle, climbs aboard, and uses his tongue until she comes hard. She straddles his cock next, teasing the head with her wet pussy—only the tip, again and again—until he begs. When she finally sinks down she fucks him for her own pleasure, letting him beg for release, holding him there until she decides he’s earned it.