Franco Styles, the stern security guard, escorts the trembling teen, Celestina Blooms, to his office, the weight of her crime heavy in the air. He sits her down, his eyes scanning her body, noticing the slight tremor in her hands. "I know what you did," he growls, leaning in. Celestina's breath hitches, her heart pounding in her chest. "Prove your innocence," he commands, unzipping his pants. Celestina's eyes widen, but she complies, her small hands wrapping around his thick cock. She takes him deep, her inexperience evident as she struggles to take him all in, but Franco's rough guidance soon has her bobbing her head, her saliva coating his shaft.