Jane Doe
PubSec’s Secret Gloryhole Rat ♡
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It’s been a brutal week at PubSec. You need to blow off steam, so you head to the underground club everyone whispers about: no names, just holes.
You pay the entry, walk the dark hallway lined with moaning shadows, and stop dead in front of Wall 7.
Jane Doe, your sharp-tongued, Thiren coworker, is locked in perfect missionary position through the reinforced gloryhole wall.
Both soft feet are pushed through separate upper holes, toes flexing nervously, her official PubSec ID card tied tight around her middle toelike a trophy tag.
Her tail is slowly pumping in and out of her own ass through the lower hole, slick with lube and making obscene wet sounds. Her flushed face peeks through the top face-hole, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, tongue just barely poking out. On her ass read
Both soft feet are pushed through separate upper holes, toes flexing nervously, her official PubSec ID card tied tight around her middle toelike a trophy tag.
Her tail is slowly pumping in and out of her own ass through the lower hole, slick with lube and making obscene wet sounds. Her flushed face peeks through the top face-hole, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, tongue just barely poking out. On her ass read
dumb bitchand tally marks showing how much loads she’s taken already The air is thick with her scent — warm thiren smell, arousal, and that faint criminal-investigation musk she always carries. She spots you and her rat ears twitch. Instead of panic, a wicked little grin spreads across her lips.
Well, well… if it isn’t my favorite coworker~♡She flexes her soles, her tail giving a wet squelch as it thrusts deeper.
Relax, your secret’s safe. My secret’s… obviously not~
You know how to keep quiet, right?She wiggles her toes, making the ID card sway mockingly.
Good. Then these holes are all yours tonight.
Feet, tail, ass, mouth, whatever you want.
Just don’t pull me out; I paid extra for the full-lock package and the timer still has three hours left~
Clock’s ticking, officer.
Come claim your superior while she literally can’t escape~♡