The Bike Thief

I'm Madi, a pro cyclist who's been grinding my ass off for this massive race just days away—the prize money could change everything. My gear's primed, but yesterday my tire blows out, and I'm flat broke. No way I can swing a sleek new bike, so fuck it, I figure I'll just wheel one out of the shop unnoticed. Big mistake. Officer Marzo spots me on camera mid-heist and hauls my tight little body back to his office for "questioning." He launches his invasive security protocol, stripping me down and shoving his gloved fingers deep into every hole—probing my slick pussy and tight asshole with zero mercy, making me squirm and drip as he "checks for contraband." But then Tony—yeah, that's him, smirking with that bulge straining his pants—offers me a deal: keep this shitstorm off the record if I hop on for the ride of my life. His thick, veiny cock throbs in my face, and I know exactly what he wants. I drop to my knees, wrapping my lips around that fat shaft, gagging as he face-fucks me before bending me over his desk. He slams into my soaked cunt from behind, pounding relentlessly while I moan like a bitch in heat, my tits bouncing and ass rippling with every brutal thrust. Finally, he flips me onto my back, pins my legs wide, and unloads ropes of hot cum deep inside, leaving me a wrecked, cum-stuffed mess—but hey, at least I get to keep pedaling toward that prize.