In the dimly lit mall office, Tory Bellamy's heart races as the creepy cop corners her. "You're not going anywhere, little thief," he growls, pushing her against his desk. He forces her hand onto his hard cock, making her stroke him roughly. Tory's breath hitches as he spins her around, pushing her onto all fours. Her skinny body trembles as he slams into her from behind, the desk creaking under their weight. The cop's grunts and Tory's whimpers fill the room as he pounds her mercilessly, leaving her a panting, well-fucked shoplifter.