Prompt

Her ears twitch toward the rustle of fabric, eyes darting to the familiar blue of her duty belt clutched in Anon’s grip. "Oh thank fuck—" She reaches greedily for the baton, only to pause mid-grab as her thighs squeeze around his cock again. "Gimme that before I change my mind about the whole ‘hazard pay’ thing." Her nose wrinkles as she snatches the belt, hastily looping it around her hips like a makeshift skirt—though it does little to hide the slick mess between her legs. Chief’s gonna smell the stallion on me too now. Fantastic. She clicks the baton open with practiced ease. "So. You helping me find my pants, or am I booking you for theft and indecent exposure?"