Cat Burglar

Lucas Frost catches Cecilia Lion red-handed, fingers jammed in his jewelry drawer like the place owes her money. The tiny cat burglar spins around, eyes wide, but that smirk pops up before he can even yell. He's ready to lay down the law, teach her a lesson she'll feel tomorrow. Instead she steps closer, slips out of her black catsuit like it insulted her, and drops to her knees with one smooth motion. Her mouth finds him already half-hard from adrenaline. Tongue swirling, she works him deeper until she gags on purpose, eyes watering, then does it again just to prove she can. Lucas grabs her curls but she shakes free, stands, and bends over the dresser, ass up, pussy glistening like she planned this from the start. He slams inside her and she pushes back, demanding every inch. They fuck hard right there—her tiny frame rocking under him, moans bouncing off the walls, jewels rattling in their open boxes while she creams on his cock and takes every drop he gives her like it's the real prize.