Catnip for the Cat Burglar

Stacy Bloom slips through the dark in nothing but heels and a mask. Her tits are heavy, nipples hard from the cold. She bends over a table to check a drawer, and the camera catches the curve of her ass. Kristof Cale catches her mid-reach. He grabs her wrists, slams her forward. She gasps, but pushes back against him. He yanks her thong aside and shoves two fingers straight into her wet cunt. Stacy moans, legs shaking, ass lifting for more. He opens her up, then slides the thick head of his cock between her cheeks. She’s tight, but she takes him—slow at first, then deeper. He fucks her ass with steady, hard strokes. Every thrust makes her tits bounce. When she reaches down to rub her clit, he knocks her hand away and does it himself. Fingers slick, working her while he buries himself to the balls. She comes loud, clenching around him. He doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding until his cum fills her ass and leaks down her thighs.