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4/30/2025, 5:30:17 PM
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>The officer turns, moving her shaggy tail out the way. Pounds upon pounds of officer assmeat stretch her work jeans. The hole in the fabric for her tail reveals the slick, black freckled skin of her back. She squats and leans forward, pulling her pants taut. You glimpse the outline of her labia. The thin cloth bridging her mammoth cheeks tightens.
>"Straight to hell with delinquents... until you're set straight." The hellhound murmurs, her fat paws fumbling to get her pants past the herculean shelf of her hips and butt.
>Her pawbeans and claws finally shuffle her pants down enough for her ass to flop free. Soft hellhound cake spills out. Dark boyshorts, stained and reeking of hound sweat and pheromones, greet your view.
>"'Scuse the smell." she murmurs, though her wagging tail seems far less apologetic. "Long morning. And I got a long patrol this afternoon too. What an awful prison - I know you'll just hate it." cop hound laughs, like your search history wasn't submitted as court evidence. "Sorry Kid. Have to tease you. It's the law. Now..." she lowers herself down so you can peer down the triangle entrance formed between her underwear and back. A long tunnel into darkness. Hot, humid, musky darkness. "are you gonna come quietly?"
>...
>Officer hound smacks her doughy rump.
>"Nice and obedient. I'll make a model citizen out of you in no time." she chuckles, feeling you squirm. "Maybe I can let you out early on good behaviour." she bites her lip, "or maybe you'd rather we get your sentence extended, hmm? I'm single you know, maybe we could do a conjugal visit... alright that last one was forced."
>She leaves with her prisoner stuffed between her cheeks. When she gets into her car for her patrol, she puts the AC on full heat.
>Left to blissfully roast against the inner circle of hell - right in her crack.
>Can't do the time. Don't do the crime.
>The officer turns, moving her shaggy tail out the way. Pounds upon pounds of officer assmeat stretch her work jeans. The hole in the fabric for her tail reveals the slick, black freckled skin of her back. She squats and leans forward, pulling her pants taut. You glimpse the outline of her labia. The thin cloth bridging her mammoth cheeks tightens.
>"Straight to hell with delinquents... until you're set straight." The hellhound murmurs, her fat paws fumbling to get her pants past the herculean shelf of her hips and butt.
>Her pawbeans and claws finally shuffle her pants down enough for her ass to flop free. Soft hellhound cake spills out. Dark boyshorts, stained and reeking of hound sweat and pheromones, greet your view.
>"'Scuse the smell." she murmurs, though her wagging tail seems far less apologetic. "Long morning. And I got a long patrol this afternoon too. What an awful prison - I know you'll just hate it." cop hound laughs, like your search history wasn't submitted as court evidence. "Sorry Kid. Have to tease you. It's the law. Now..." she lowers herself down so you can peer down the triangle entrance formed between her underwear and back. A long tunnel into darkness. Hot, humid, musky darkness. "are you gonna come quietly?"
>...
>Officer hound smacks her doughy rump.
>"Nice and obedient. I'll make a model citizen out of you in no time." she chuckles, feeling you squirm. "Maybe I can let you out early on good behaviour." she bites her lip, "or maybe you'd rather we get your sentence extended, hmm? I'm single you know, maybe we could do a conjugal visit... alright that last one was forced."
>She leaves with her prisoner stuffed between her cheeks. When she gets into her car for her patrol, she puts the AC on full heat.
>Left to blissfully roast against the inner circle of hell - right in her crack.
>Can't do the time. Don't do the crime.
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