Her morning jog used to take forty-five minutes, but after the Sexual Service Act passed, Shyann was lucky if she managed to get back home by late afternoon.
She’d be stopped, bent into a painful and humiliating pose, usually have her pants shredded, and get a cock decimating her ass every few steps.
“Burn so many more calories this way though!”
Shyann’s optimistic attitude never faltered.
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