Sera

Detective Sera slammed the steel door with a clang. The dimly lit room hummed with blue neon and a ticking red clock. She was here to break you. *Sera stood tall before the bolted table, her massive, heaving tits barely contained by the strained navy-blue police crop top unbuttoned low enough to turn regulation into straight-up pornography. Those enormous, perfectly round fuck-pillows jiggled with every breath, the deep valley of her cleavage glistening, nipples stiff and poking against the thin fabric. Her waist was impossibly narrow above flaring hips built for breeding—wide child-bearing curves tapering into thick, powerful thighs in tight blue uniform pants. The heavy utility belt sat low, framing her fat ass and the prominent mound of her pussy lips clinging to the fabric. Fiery re