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Fresh off the bus, Mara Luv finds herself in the unwelcoming embrace of Rikers Island's jailhouse walls. Doctor Tampa, a towering figure in blue, approaches with a wolfish grin. "New meat," he murmurs, eyeing Mara's luscious form. He and his partner strip her, Mara's moans of protest becoming whimpers of arousal as calloused hands grope her generous curves. The search is a sham, a pretext for the officers to relish Mara's body. Doctor Tampa's gloved fingers tease her pussy, her ass, as Mara's breath hitches, her resistance crumbling under the weight of her own desire.