Gazing up at him with what she hoped was a neutral expression, she slowly massaged him through the thick fabric. It wouldn't feel anywhere near as good as it would if he were naked—a fact he’d learn soon enough—but it was a start. Blake lifted a brow, as if waiting for her to say something. But she remained silent, appraising him instead, looking for a sign she was breaking through that cool, manly cop exterior. His hands tightened around on her ass and she felt his cock pulse just a little in his pants. As signs went, it wasn't a signal flare, but it was enough for her. She grabbed the buckle of his big belt and yanked it hard. Blake made a noise that sounded distinctly like a groan. Oh yeah, he wanted it. It was tough get the thick leather belt to work with her, so it took way too long to get the damn thing undone. It didn't help that Blake just stood there and watched her go at it. But persistence paid off and a moment later, she finally unzipped his pants, revealing the outline of a truly impressive cock in tight briefs.
