Airaccoon – Security Guard Catches Slut Thief In Cornfield And Gives Her A Ticket On The Spot
Samantha surveyed the warehouse, tossing aside boxes and crates with wanton disregard for their safety or contents. She had heard rumors of a big score in this place – stacks of cash, designer handbags, even flat screens just sitting around, ripe for the taking by a cunning cat burglar like herself.
The petite brunette thrashed her long, curly locks, feeling them brush tantalizingly against her slender neck. Her tight black bodysuit clung to every curve, tracing the swell of her pert breasts and the round globes of her peach-like ass. Slipping through the shadows, Samantha thought: All this adventure was definitely worth risking her freedom for. Unless, of course, she got caught.
“Oof!” Her feet tangled in a dangling cable just as she made to slip through a side door to the loading docks. Arms flailing comically, Samantha tumbled head over heels, landing in a disheveled pile amidst some crates. To her shock and dismay, it seemed she had company!
The unfamiliar voice boomed from above: “Hey there little missy! What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
Samantha looked up, shielding her sapphire-blue eyes against the glare of a flashlight beam to behold a stern looking fellow in a dark uniform gazing down at her. He appeared to be 6 feet tall, with a strong, muscular build, chiseled features, and a thick, dark crew cut. His eyes were narrowed in suspicion.
“I…uh…I’m here to clean,” Samantha stammered shell shockedly, scrabbling to her knees, cursing herself for not coming up with a better cover story. So much for her usual cool devil-may-care attitude.
“Likely story,” the security guard scoffed. “I know for a fact my people clean these facilities. Let’s see your ID.”
“It’s um…in my other suit.”
“Well then, I’d better take a closer look at you to be sure.”
Samantha fell back on her haunches, startled at the guard’s bold statement. As he circled her, she could feel his penetrating gaze drinking in every inch of her scantily-clad figure. Her pulse raced, suddenly aware of how dangerous this situation really was – being cornered, practically alone, with a man who obviously held a lot of power here. All alone…
The guard pounced, pinning Samantha’s small wrists behind her back with surprising strength. He loomed over her, breath hot against her neck, as he pushed her face-down into the dirt.
“Stop this at once!” she protested, her muffled whimpers becoming pathetic and purposeless as his hands roamed her body with bruising force. Palms skated the swaying curves of her hips, her quivering belly, her taut inner thighs. Samantha shivered, biting back a moan.
Suddenly, he was behind her. Samantha could feel the hard bulge of his manhood pressing insistently against her ass as he ground the themselves together with grim satisfaction.
“You’ve been a bad girl, I can tell,” the guard purred, his voice deep and commanding. “Trying to steal, then lying. You need to be taught a lesson. Spanked until you’ve learned respect for others’ property.”
Samantha’s eyes went wide, a bolt of fear jolting through her spine. At the same time, a Dark tingling was building between her legs at this new venue of degradation being inflicted on her helpless form. She thrashed and kicked uselessly.
“Let me go!” Samantha cried out. “This is kidnapping! Assault!”
The guard responded by snapping a pair of cuffs snugly on her wrists, leaving them to dangle uselessly as he dragged her roughly by the hair. He manhandled her towards the edge of the cornfield, Samantha’s heels kicking and scrabbling for purchase in the dirt the whole way.
Finally, he planted her feet in the golden stalks of the tall field, forcing her chest to the brown earth and pushing her hands up over her head. Samantha’s breath burst out of her in little huffs of surprise as she found herself face-to-face with her own ass, pink and full against the tight leather bodysuit.
“This is outrageous!” she yelled. “I’ll sue you for harassment!”
“Now you listen here, you little slut,” the guard growled. “I’m the one taking this to the judge. Adultery and indecent exposure! Oh yes, I think this rascally crime calls for some on-the-spot community service.”
Samantha bucked and struggled underneath the guard’s heavy presence as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. His fingers deftly unfastened the clasps of her godawful ” لبس ” as she squirmed in place. But as badly as she flailed, Samantha couldn’t shake the overwhelming desire radiating outwards from her tingling pussy. The exposure of parts of her hidden treasures in theprovision of community service kindled an inexplicable excitement, and she knew she could only buckle to the guard’s orders after a scant orgasm from his disguised hands. At least she consoled herself that her ” سانچول comte relacionada j noctrurwaizers ” would benefit from this unexpected advantage if the captive nymph had to submit herself to the guard’s whims.
“Well then,” he chuckled, “it seems that the punishment is a matter of some weight. In the interests of justice, and with the proper licensing as a peacekeeper, I hereby direct an invitation for you to carry out some ‘.obnera ‘ on me right here and now. If you perform all the way to completion, I shall let you, an ‘thenk’, go with your ‘recompensa’ in hand.” The guard’s faded trousers gradually slipped over the curve of his manhood, revealing the meaty head of his stiff cock. Samantha’s eyes flew open, surrounding a sound of surprise as she looked into the rusty corn stalks.
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