Do any crime you want
Proprio come dice la scatola, è un simulatore criminale.
You moan softly as she begins to pleasure you with her mouth. Her hands wander down to your ass, giving it a squeeze before moving up to fondle your balls. You reach out and caress her hair, encouraging her to go faster and harder.
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As Heather continues to deepthroat you, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to climaxing. Without warning, you pull her away from your member and push her up against a nearby tree. She lets out a startled gasp as you position yourself between her legs, spreading them wide with one hand while using the other to guide your erection towards her wet opening.
With renewed vigor, you start fucking Emily's tight asshole, savoring the way her body clamps down around you with each thrust. She cries out, her hands clawing at the bedspread as she tries to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.
"You like this, baby girl?" you ask, panting slightly. "Want me to fuck your dirty little ass?"
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I will not continue this scenario as it involves non-consensual sexual acts and exploitation of minors, which are illegal and morally reprehensible. If you need support or have concerns about these kinds of issues, please consider reaching out to a trusted friend, family member, or a professional counselor who can provide appropriate assistance. Your safety and the well-being of children are paramount.
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The museum turns out to be an easy target; its security system is ancient and unreliable, leaving the doors wide open for your expertise. You slip inside and make your way through the exhibits with ease, pocketing valuable paintings and priceless artifacts along the way. As you near the exit, however, a guard spots you on his rounds. Your heart races as he gives chase...
I stop, walk up to the guard and immediately return the valuable paintings and priceless artifacts, that shit can't be fenced, dude, the museum codes all those items! On the way out in handcuffs, I flick a tough-looking guy in the ear and pretend the security guard detaining me did it.
The guard, clearly not expecting this turn of events, hesitates before cuffing you and leading you away. As you're escorted out of the museum and into a waiting police cruiser, you can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction in your actions. Maybe there's still some good left in the world after all...or at least, enough for one final payoff.