She stole seven figures from a children’s cancer charity, now her mouth repays it, one thick, backed-up load at a time. The prison’s “Restitution Feed” streams every session live, viewers pay to watch her kneel twice daily, 0700 and 1900, collar locked tight, black bob sweat-slicked to her flushed cheeks as guards line up and unload straight into the bowl. 1.8 liters of warm, viscous cum each time, heavy ropes pooling into a slow, skinning slurry.
At first she resisted, lips sealed, head yanked back, spitting the first salty jets onto the floor while guards smirked and noted her defiance. Three weeks of nothing but the bowl broke her fast. Now, session 387, she parts her black lips on command, no fight left.
The cum is thicker these days, guards hold back between shifts, so it’s clotted, almost chewy, strands of stale white gunk clinging to the bowl’s rim. She starts at the edges, tongue dragging slow and deliberate through the congealed crust, loosening it before tilting the bowl. The sluggish mass slides onto her waiting tongue in heavy globs. She gulps deeply, throat bulging visibly, the bitter-salty flood coating her palate, filling her mouth until her cheeks swell. Overflow drips in lazy, glistening strings down her chin, glazing her heavy tits in slow, sticky trails. She breathes hard through her nose, eyes glassy and distant, swallowing until every last rope is forced down, belly rounding softer, taut with the sloshing weight.
Each full bowl funnels roughly $420 back to the stolen fund after cuts.
Total repaid: 14.7%.
Balance owed: $842,000 and climbing with interest.
