god you just know simon likes it messy. he likes it when you're a drooling, crying mess; hiccupping once in a while because it's so hard to breathe when you're plugged with his cock. he loves holding a heavy hand on the back of your head and forcing you to stay still with his cock down your throat. you're more subdued now, used to his width, but his thighs are full of angry welts from when you were scratching him, trying to pull away. spit bubbles from the corner of your mouth where your lips are left as tight rings, swollen and bruised when simon used you like a toy, bullying all of himself in.
and thing is, he'd be so quiet throughout. ever so watching, attentive and tactile, but quiet. like a hunter stalking.
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Speaking again as a mall cop, from personal experience:
Things I don't mind helping with:
Finding a lost child or parent
Giving directions
Assisting non-english speakers
Escorting you between areas if you feel unsafe
Following up with vehicle break-ins
Assisting with missing valuables
Addressing medical emergencies, including overdoses and panic attacks
Hazards such as ice, wet floors, biological waste, and dirty needles
Things that make me want to lay in a hole:
Reports of Dirty Person sighted
Eyewitness accounts of a wheelchair user standing up
Reports of individuals shopping while homeless
Anyone defending their "god-given right" to be naked, park in the fire lane, walk barefoot through the food court, piss on the ground, or fuck in public on the two-dollar five-minute massage chairs
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