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Cat Burglar - The Finale free porn video
...the finale of our little story...
It takes all his self-control to drag his throbbing cock from the sinking pleasure of her clutching flesh. Seven agonizing inches as her muscles contract, sliding and gushing over his fiery member. Her thighs are gleaming, slick with desire, and he thinks of how it would feel to douse his blazing lust in her wetness...but not yet. There are lessons to be taught.
She snatches at his thick retreating shaft, and without thinking he slaps her hand smartly. She withdraws, wounded and confused. His enormous erection glows purple and red, the skin so tight and shiny it looks ready to burst. His balls are taut, swollen with a heavy load. She stares at him, breathing heavily. He obviously wants her, so why is he ignoring her openly begging pussy?
She strokes the soft fur curling on her belly, then lets her fingers stray lower. An involuntary sound escapes him. She smiles, and spreads herself invitingly, allowing the tip of one finger to dip in and out. He sits back on his heels, and gives a stern command. "Turn over." She continues to stare at him, brazenly exploring herself. Her daring and her own skillful touch make her increasingly breathless. "No," she says defiantly. "Don't want to."
He's on his knees in a flash, his hands closing around her small waist. In one smooth movement, he flips her over and lays her out across his lap. She can feel his erection beating against her stomach as she squirms helpless in his grip. "Oh, you will," he murmurs.
Her dress is rucked up everywhere, her apron entangled with his massive cock. The sheer fabric sticks to the oozing head and as she struggles, it rubs pleasurably over the length of his hardness. He pushes the back of her skirt up higher, completely baring her rounded ass. He inserts a finger under the latex, watching it bulge, slowly snapping the garters one at a time. It makes a satisfying sound against her tense thighs.
"You're going to have to learn to do as you're told, young lady," he continues. He strokes her cheeks softly, brushing his hand in circles over the white mounds, his fingers feather-light and in constant motion. Occasionally, he lets the back of his hand dip between her thighs, glancing over her sex. She is starting to move helplessly, trying to place herself in the best position to catch the maddening pressure of his hand.
"Now you can't just break into someone's room at night, touch their cock, get them all worked up..." He lets his fingertips push into her folds to emphasize his words. "Drink their come, leave them gasping for breath..." She shivers violently under his probing. "And then think that you can walk away with no consequences." Soft noises escape from her whenever he delves deeper, but always he returns to the gentle stroking and circling, never ceasing to touch and warm her sensitive skin.
Which is why it is so unexpected when he lets his palm fall with a resounding smack on her quivering backside. She cries out in shock and outrage, twisting around to see the pink flush on her pure white skin. In quick succession, he deals out another two strokes, leaving her stinging and furious. But as her cheeks flame with indignation, the burning sensation in her flesh spreads between her legs, and suddenly her clit catches fire. Every nerve in her body ignites and she feels such a humbling desire for him that it brings tears to her eyes. She turns her face to the mattress again, lying motionless across his legs, awaiting his pleasure. Sensing her new pliancy, he parts her legs and strokes the delicate skin of her inner thighs, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her whole body.
"Good girl. Now that's much better. I think that's taught you a lesson." He bows his head and kisses her fervently, rubbing his face against her velvety ass and breathing in her intoxicating scent. He turns her over gently, and looks down at her for a moment. She is beautiful, lying quiet and willing, waiting for him to mount her. His eyes are soft as he brings his ear to her chest, listening to her heart beat, strong and rapid. He closes his eyes and lowers himself onto her.
She moves instinctively under his weight, undulating in a slow sensual dance. He tries to hold back, enjoying the sensation, but after so much play his cock is ready to burst, and he has to have her. Her lips are wet and open, she is not fighting him, but still he gasps at the resistance, feeling her tight pussy stretch around his cock head as he guides the solid shaft into her. He begins to thrust, deep and penetrating, his hips moving like an oiled fucking machine. She whimpers and clings to him as he slices into her. The bed is shaking as he fucks her powerfully, rearing up and slamming into her again and again, banging her head against the mattress and forcing a stream of passionate incoherent pleading from her. Nothing can stop his relentless rutting until she suddenly stiffens, arching her back and lifting off the bed like it's under electric current. She is wide-eyed, holding him fiercely to her and calling to him over and over again. "Now." Her muscles tighten around his surging cock and he feels a rush of blood in his ears. Panic overcomes him as his cock swells and his balls explode, pumping wild, thick, trembling runs of cream that leave him weak and shaking. He drops his head down on her breast, exhausted and overcome with love.
When he opens his eyes, the room is dark and shadowy. Dimly he hears an insistent banging on the door. His face is buried in her fragrant shoulder, and he feels a delicious helplessness. All he wants in the world is to be in bed with this woman. Who dares interrupt them? The noise is getting louder, someone is shouting and battering their knuckles on the unyielding wood. Summoning up all his reserves of strength, he swings his legs out of the bed. His cock is impressively buoyant considering what it's been through.
He throws the door open and stands there in all his glory, stark naked and enraged. "What the fuck do you want?" he snarls. It is the manager, flanked by another maid who gestures triumphantly at the cleaning cart outside his door. "You see? She never did no rooms! She took the cart, but she never do nothing! And now I get the complaints from the customers! And she - she -" Here she catches a glimpse over his shoulder of the total destruction of the bed, the girl lying peacefully amid chaotic sheets. "She is laying there in his bed! Like a whore! I told you!"
He exhales a sharp breath, draws himself up to his full height and stares at the woman. "You! Don't you say another word," he hisses. She backs down immediately, looking appealingly at the manager. Before this man can speak, he lifts a threatening finger. "Listen to me. I required her services. I still require them. That is all. Now you can both fuck off." And he slams the door in their faces, the force making his still-valiant erection bounce.
She sits up in bed, grinning at this display of chivalry. "You're scary." He nods, grinning back at her. "But I am in trouble now, alright," she says regretfully. He shakes his head. "No, you are not. I will be the only one deciding when you are in trouble. And what to do about it." He advances on her meaningfully. She lifts a forestalling hand, half amused and half alarmed. "Now wait a minute, what do you think you're doing?" He regards her thoughtfully. "I think I'm taking you home. Your cat burgling days are over." He smiles warmly into her eyes and kisses her. She sighs and winds her arms around his neck. Then he raises a cocky eyebrow. "But don't worry - you can definitely keep the suit."
And they lived happily ever after...
It takes all his self-control to drag his throbbing cock from the sinking pleasure of her clutching flesh. Seven agonizing inches as her muscles contract, sliding and gushing over his fiery member. Her thighs are gleaming, slick with desire, and he thinks of how it would feel to douse his blazing lust in her wetness...but not yet. There are lessons to be taught.
She snatches at his thick retreating shaft, and without thinking he slaps her hand smartly. She withdraws, wounded and confused. His enormous erection glows purple and red, the skin so tight and shiny it looks ready to burst. His balls are taut, swollen with a heavy load. She stares at him, breathing heavily. He obviously wants her, so why is he ignoring her openly begging pussy?
She strokes the soft fur curling on her belly, then lets her fingers stray lower. An involuntary sound escapes him. She smiles, and spreads herself invitingly, allowing the tip of one finger to dip in and out. He sits back on his heels, and gives a stern command. "Turn over." She continues to stare at him, brazenly exploring herself. Her daring and her own skillful touch make her increasingly breathless. "No," she says defiantly. "Don't want to."
He's on his knees in a flash, his hands closing around her small waist. In one smooth movement, he flips her over and lays her out across his lap. She can feel his erection beating against her stomach as she squirms helpless in his grip. "Oh, you will," he murmurs.
Her dress is rucked up everywhere, her apron entangled with his massive cock. The sheer fabric sticks to the oozing head and as she struggles, it rubs pleasurably over the length of his hardness. He pushes the back of her skirt up higher, completely baring her rounded ass. He inserts a finger under the latex, watching it bulge, slowly snapping the garters one at a time. It makes a satisfying sound against her tense thighs.
"You're going to have to learn to do as you're told, young lady," he continues. He strokes her cheeks softly, brushing his hand in circles over the white mounds, his fingers feather-light and in constant motion. Occasionally, he lets the back of his hand dip between her thighs, glancing over her sex. She is starting to move helplessly, trying to place herself in the best position to catch the maddening pressure of his hand.
"Now you can't just break into someone's room at night, touch their cock, get them all worked up..." He lets his fingertips push into her folds to emphasize his words. "Drink their come, leave them gasping for breath..." She shivers violently under his probing. "And then think that you can walk away with no consequences." Soft noises escape from her whenever he delves deeper, but always he returns to the gentle stroking and circling, never ceasing to touch and warm her sensitive skin.
Which is why it is so unexpected when he lets his palm fall with a resounding smack on her quivering backside. She cries out in shock and outrage, twisting around to see the pink flush on her pure white skin. In quick succession, he deals out another two strokes, leaving her stinging and furious. But as her cheeks flame with indignation, the burning sensation in her flesh spreads between her legs, and suddenly her clit catches fire. Every nerve in her body ignites and she feels such a humbling desire for him that it brings tears to her eyes. She turns her face to the mattress again, lying motionless across his legs, awaiting his pleasure. Sensing her new pliancy, he parts her legs and strokes the delicate skin of her inner thighs, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her whole body.
"Good girl. Now that's much better. I think that's taught you a lesson." He bows his head and kisses her fervently, rubbing his face against her velvety ass and breathing in her intoxicating scent. He turns her over gently, and looks down at her for a moment. She is beautiful, lying quiet and willing, waiting for him to mount her. His eyes are soft as he brings his ear to her chest, listening to her heart beat, strong and rapid. He closes his eyes and lowers himself onto her.
She moves instinctively under his weight, undulating in a slow sensual dance. He tries to hold back, enjoying the sensation, but after so much play his cock is ready to burst, and he has to have her. Her lips are wet and open, she is not fighting him, but still he gasps at the resistance, feeling her tight pussy stretch around his cock head as he guides the solid shaft into her. He begins to thrust, deep and penetrating, his hips moving like an oiled fucking machine. She whimpers and clings to him as he slices into her. The bed is shaking as he fucks her powerfully, rearing up and slamming into her again and again, banging her head against the mattress and forcing a stream of passionate incoherent pleading from her. Nothing can stop his relentless rutting until she suddenly stiffens, arching her back and lifting off the bed like it's under electric current. She is wide-eyed, holding him fiercely to her and calling to him over and over again. "Now." Her muscles tighten around his surging cock and he feels a rush of blood in his ears. Panic overcomes him as his cock swells and his balls explode, pumping wild, thick, trembling runs of cream that leave him weak and shaking. He drops his head down on her breast, exhausted and overcome with love.
When he opens his eyes, the room is dark and shadowy. Dimly he hears an insistent banging on the door. His face is buried in her fragrant shoulder, and he feels a delicious helplessness. All he wants in the world is to be in bed with this woman. Who dares interrupt them? The noise is getting louder, someone is shouting and battering their knuckles on the unyielding wood. Summoning up all his reserves of strength, he swings his legs out of the bed. His cock is impressively buoyant considering what it's been through.
He throws the door open and stands there in all his glory, stark naked and enraged. "What the fuck do you want?" he snarls. It is the manager, flanked by another maid who gestures triumphantly at the cleaning cart outside his door. "You see? She never did no rooms! She took the cart, but she never do nothing! And now I get the complaints from the customers! And she - she -" Here she catches a glimpse over his shoulder of the total destruction of the bed, the girl lying peacefully amid chaotic sheets. "She is laying there in his bed! Like a whore! I told you!"
He exhales a sharp breath, draws himself up to his full height and stares at the woman. "You! Don't you say another word," he hisses. She backs down immediately, looking appealingly at the manager. Before this man can speak, he lifts a threatening finger. "Listen to me. I required her services. I still require them. That is all. Now you can both fuck off." And he slams the door in their faces, the force making his still-valiant erection bounce.
She sits up in bed, grinning at this display of chivalry. "You're scary." He nods, grinning back at her. "But I am in trouble now, alright," she says regretfully. He shakes his head. "No, you are not. I will be the only one deciding when you are in trouble. And what to do about it." He advances on her meaningfully. She lifts a forestalling hand, half amused and half alarmed. "Now wait a minute, what do you think you're doing?" He regards her thoughtfully. "I think I'm taking you home. Your cat burgling days are over." He smiles warmly into her eyes and kisses her. She sighs and winds her arms around his neck. Then he raises a cocky eyebrow. "But don't worry - you can definitely keep the suit."
And they lived happily ever after...
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