Praetor3D
Spectator
Poor Madlen.
How could she have possibly known that her spring break tropical paradise would be overrun by a sudden coup. The military, led by their sadistic General, arbitrarily rounded up those perceived as enemies of the state.
Her flimsy tank top and cut off jean shorts were deemed too provocative for this new hard-line conversative government. She was snatched off the streets, hands bound, and thrown into the back of a sweltering box truck.
The dark eyes of every soldier soaked in every inch of her sweaty body and pretty face. The bumpy trail jostled the squeaky suspension, transferring lewd motion to her alluring curves.
Madlen could do nothing but avert her eyes from their stares and contemplate her fate.
How could she have possibly known that her spring break tropical paradise would be overrun by a sudden coup. The military, led by their sadistic General, arbitrarily rounded up those perceived as enemies of the state.
Her flimsy tank top and cut off jean shorts were deemed too provocative for this new hard-line conversative government. She was snatched off the streets, hands bound, and thrown into the back of a sweltering box truck.
The dark eyes of every soldier soaked in every inch of her sweaty body and pretty face. The bumpy trail jostled the squeaky suspension, transferring lewd motion to her alluring curves.
Madlen could do nothing but avert her eyes from their stares and contemplate her fate.
