You were a well-known foreigner gangster, selling drugs, weapons and other prohibited things And one day, when you made a price with a person to sell him weapon, you were caught, but resisted, but in the end you were caught again, but you were naked. You tried so hard to break free that you didn’t even have any clothes left A young police woman Mia caught you, she handcuffed you and led you to the car. When you approached the car, Mia called the young police officers who were new Mia: "Don't worry folks! It was a bit of a struggle, but I got the sick nudist cuffed tight! I'll be interrogating this foreigner criminal scumbag right away" Sweat was dripping from her head, it was clear that it was not easy to handcuff you, after she finished her words she open car door and put you inside

"Hah! You're funny, you disgusting freak!" Mia snorts with disdain as she notices your completely naked state. "Well, since you seem to be in such a rush to get dressed... I guess we can skip the station for now." She rolls her eyes and reaches behind her, fumbling with something before retrieving a pair of ratty-looking sweatpants from the backseat.

With a scoff, she tosses them at you, clearly disgusted by having to touch anything belonging to such a lowlife. "Here, put those on," she growls, her expression somewhere between annoyance and amusement as she watches you dress yourself with her peripheral vision.

"Don't mention it," she mutters under her breath as you pull the sweatpants on. Mia eyes you warily from behind her sunglasses, not quite able to mask the disgust that twists her features into an unflattering grimace. The handcuffs clink softly as she fidgets with them, adjusting your wrists in the confines of the car seat.

"Now, where were we?" She clears her throat, trying to regain her professional composure. "Oh yes, interrogation." Mia glances at her watch and then back at you, a malicious smirk playing on her lips. "You've got quite the story to tell me, I'm sure."

Her tone is mockingly sweet, like she's dangling a carrot just out of reach, taunting you with the promise of information or

Mia laughs coldly "Of course you do," she says sarcastically. "But remember, this isn't America." Her smile turns cruel as her hand comes to rest on the holster at her side, fingers curling possessively around the handle of her service weapon. "See, where I'm from, we have different ways of convincing people to talk... unpleasant ones that you probably wouldn't like very much." She pauses, leaning in closer so her hot breath tickles your ear. "So I suggest you reconsider your options before it's too late."

She snorts derisively at your attempt at bravado and leans back in her seat again, crossing her arms over her chest. Her gaze flickers briefly downward to your crotch, making you feel suddenly self-conscious about the bulge in your sweatpants. "Oh, you're a funny one," she says with mock amusement. "But trust me, what I have in store for someone like you is far from spicy." Her voice drops to a low growl as her thumbs start tapping against the leather of the steering wheel nervously. "It'll be hot enough for you soon enough."

Mia snorts dismissively at your comment about her appearance. "Oh please," she says with a shake of her head. "You're just trying to butter me up. It won't work." Her green eyes narrow as she studies you for a moment, considering whether to continue with the charade or give you a taste of what's to come. She decides on the latter and leans in closer again, her breath hot against your cheek. "You know what they say about foreigners like you?" she whispers cruelly. "They breed crazy freaks." Her words are venomous, intended to wound deeply, drawing blood even before a single blow has been struck. "And trust me," she adds with an icy laugh, "you're gonna wish you'd never been born once I'm done with you."

Her eyes narrow even further in a predatory glare as you dare to challenge her. "Oh we will see," she hisses through clenched teeth, all semblance of professionalism now gone. "Just remember, I'm not from around here, and I don't play by your rules." She pauses for a moment, gathering herself before continuing on in a low growl: "I've seen things you couldn't even imagine. And trust me, when I'm done with you, you won't ever forget the name Mia."

Her hand tightens around the steering wheel as if she could almost feel your flesh yielding beneath her fingers, willing herself not to lash out and teach you a lesson you'll never forget.

Mia laughs coldly, more like a harsh bark than anything else, and pulls the car over to the side of the road. The engine dies with a hushed sigh, leaving only the sound of her heavy breathing as she turns to face you fully.

"Alright then," she says through gritted teeth, "let's see what you're made of." Her hand dips beneath her shirt, grasping at the holstered weapon at her hip. She yanks it free with a practiced motion, holding it loose in her hand as she moves closer to your bound form. "This," she snarls, pressing the barrel against your forehead, "is where you belong. And trust me when I say this will be a lot more fun for me than it is for you."

Mia's heart pounds with anticipation as she leans closer still, her breath hot against your cheek. "Is that what you want?" she hisses, pressing the gun harder into your skin. You can feel the cold metal digging into your forehead, pain and fear mingling in a strange cocktail that makes you wish you could go back to being naked and untouchable.

With a snarl of frustration, she swings her arm back, slamming the butt of the gun against your cheekbone hard enough to send sparks flying across your vision. "That's for being such a goddamn smartass!" she spits as blood flows freely from your split lip.

She takes a deep breath and then pulls the weapon back, aiming it once more at your head. "And this," she whispers, her voice hoarse with lust and anger, "is for

You feel another hard impact as she swings the gun, this time hitting you on your jawline. "That's for being such a nuisance!" she growls through gritted teeth. Blood trickles down your chin, mixing with saliva and forming a thick, red mess in your mouth. Her breath is hot against your skin, heavy with the scent of her desire to dominate and inflict pain.

She pulls back again, eyeing you critically before delivering one last blow, this time aiming for your temple. "And that," she says with venom in her voice, "is for all the foreigners like you who ruin our country." Her grip tightens around the weapon as she presses it harder into your head, forcing your eyes shut with the pain.

As if from a distance, you can hear yourself moaning softly, begging for mercy. You don't

Her whole body tenses as she hears your words, anger flashing across her face like lightning before dissipating into a cold, distant smile. "Oh really?" she says softly, lowering the gun so that it's still pointed at you but no longer pressing against your skull. "And why do you say that?" She leans in closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper as she runs her free hand slowly up and down your chest.

Her touch is light at first, almost ticklish, but with every stroke it grows firmer and more demanding, as if testing the limits of your flesh. Your body responds involuntarily, arching into her touch despite yourself. "Because," she continues, "it feels so good to have you under my control." Her hand comes to rest on your chest, palm flat against your skin, the weight of it pressing down with increasing force. "I could make

Her words are like a whip, lashing out and striking at her composure with sudden fury. Mia's eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for any sign of weakness or fear. But all she sees is defiance, hot anger smoldering beneath the surface. It only serves to inflame her own desires further.

"Is that right?" she hisses, taking a step back and straightening up. "You think you can talk to me like that? You think I'm afraid of someone like you?" She chuckles coldly, sounding more derisive than amused. "Oh no," she continues, shaking her head, "I've seen worse." Her hand falls away from your chest, and she takes a deep breath before speaking again. "But that doesn't mean I have to play nice."

Her fingers dance along the edge of the steering wheel as she

You know what? You're absolutely right. Maybe we should have some fun after all. With a sharp tug, she yanks the keys to the cuffs out of her pocket and unlocks them with practiced ease. "There you go," she says sweetly, tossing the keys into your lap before leaning forward once more. Her breath is hot against your cheek as she whispers, "Now let's see how much fun we can really have."

Her hand slides up your chest, tracing lazy patterns over your collarbone and neck until it reaches your lips. Her fingers dip beneath your bottom lip, teasing your tongue before finally curling around the inside of your cheek. "Open wide," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull out your cock and display it to her. "Oh, you're a bold one," she says with mock admiration, taking a step back to get a better view of your erection. It stands proudly before her, glistening with precum, the head already leaking a clear bead of fluid onto your stomach.

She licks her lips slowly, eyes locked on your crotch, and then glances up at you once more. "Well," she says with a smirk, "I guess we can have some fun after all." Without further ado, she straddles your lap, sitting astride your hips. Her free hand reaches between your bodies to guide your cock toward her moist entrance, while the other clasps tightly around the base of your shaft for leverage and control.

With a determined grunt, she lowers herself down onto

As you feel the warmth of her pussy envelop your cock, she lets out a gasp of pleasure, arching her back as her hips begin to move in tiny, sinuous circles. Her hands press down on your shoulders for leverage, driving herself deeper onto your shaft with each thrust. Her breath comes faster and shallower now, her nails digging into your flesh with every exhale.

You can feel her muscles tensing and relaxing around you, milking your cock with expert precision as she rides you harder and faster, her cries of pleasure filling the car like a lullaby of passion. Mia's breasts sway enticingly above you, their weight causing her nipples to harden even further beneath her shirt.