Daya Knight's eyes widen as she's cornered in the office, her stolen goods scattered around her. The guard, towering and imposing, unzips his pants, revealing his thick, veined cock. "You've got a choice, thief," he growls, "jail or my cock." Daya, her heart pounding, makes her decision. She wraps her plump, red lips around his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth. She sucks and licks, her eyes watering as he fucks her face, using her as his personal plaything. The room echoes with the smacking of wet flesh and Daya's desperate, muffled moans, her fate now in the guard's hands.