Shoplyfter – สเปนเซอร์ สก็อตต์ – คดีหมายเลข
32Shoplyfter – สเปนเซอร์ สก็อตต์ – คดีหมายเลข
I know how people get during basketball season. Tiny4k full They get so hyped up that they’ll steal anything for the perfect basketball watch party. That’s how I knew this milf, wearing her team jersey and tight shorts, was up to something the second I saw her. When I looked in her bag, I confirmed I was right. After searching her entire naked body and being very thorough with her massive tits and tight asshole, I couldn’t find anything else. But what she had in her bag was enough evidence to get her in jail. My cock was getting hard after spending all that time rubbing her nipples and staring at her curves. There was only one way in which we could both get what we wanted. She had to let me fuck her right there, in my chair, on top of my desk, anywhere I wanted, and in any position I felt like. Then, I would consider letting her go. But first, I had to see how deep her throat was.
Roxy screamed. Each movement brought fresh waves of agony. Laughed. What she endures is beyond comprehension — and yet utterly human. Spat on her. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. Still sealed.”
He said nothing. Her will flickered — but never failed. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor. Roxy lay still, her body exhausted, her purpose fulfilled. The capsule slid in by degrees. The belt cut into her mouth as her jaw clenched. When it begins.”
Roxy took it in her teeth and lay down. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. But worse than pain was the silence she had to hold. Her pride shattered. The alarms began to scream across the compound. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor. “We need to remove it.”
“Quietly,” she said. She did not scream. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. No tools. No tools. Her hands gripped her knees. Caelen caught the capsule, cradling it like a relic. “Where?”
Her voice cracked. The Emperor’s wrath ignited anew. What she had become. Nothing could prepare a body for this. She didn’t have to. It was a tool. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor.
