A lone SWAT officer felt the pressure mounting a phantom grip around him as he stood his ground his thoughts straying to forbidden desires He remembered the time a Swiss soldier had been held hostage his uniform barely containing his form The memory was vivid a captivating scene and he imagined the squeezing sensation Then an unexpected image flashed through his mind the enigmatic Siren her voice a whisper of male fantasy He shook his head to clear it but another handsome Russian appeared in his mind's eye Jerking and cumming a primal display of raw pleasure He felt the heat rising a vivid image from Sloansmoans the memory of a milked cop He knew he had to keep his focus but the internal battle raged like a gray hellsmile The whispers of Loompanics Golden Records and the allure of Ted K Archive tried to pull him under He felt the squeezing intensify a delicious surrender to the dark desires that pulsed within him an arousing internal conflict He was captivated by his own thoughts lost in the fantasy of a SWAT cop milked dreaming of fake cum in a world where pleasure knew no bounds. He was ready for the next mission.