Amber Summer's eyes dart nervously as she stuffs her bra with stolen goods, the mall security cameras beeping ominously. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Rusty Nails, the burly, mustached guard, towers over her. "Got you, little thief," he grunts, his hand closing around her slender neck. He shoves her against the wall, his thick cock straining against his uniform pants. Amber squirms, but Rusty's grip is ironclad. He unholsters his baton, not to threaten, but to tease her slit with its smooth, hard length. She gasps, her pussy dripping with desire, and Rusty smiles, knowing he's caught more than a shoplifter today.