Panty Theft

Thief Jenna Sativa breaks into Angela White's house at night. Angela sleeps light, and her gun's under the pillow. One scrape against the gate and she's awake. She pulls on her robe, snatches the Glock, and moves through the dark like she's done this before. She sweeps every room, gun leading. In the bedroom, she finds the girl. Barely legal. Fingers in the dresser. Panties at her nose. Angela levels the pistol. Freeze or die. Jenna lifts both hands, silk clutched between them. Angela says police, and Jenna drops. Knees hit hardwood. Three strikes already. Anything. She'll do anything. Angela studies her. Then yanks the shirt up, checks what's missing. Pants come down next. More stolen lace tucked inside Jenna's own underwear. Angela weighs her options out loud. Jenna promises anything again. Angela shoves the panties between her teeth and drags her to the mirror. She wants the girl to see exactly how she'll pay. Clothes are ripped away. Small tits slapped. Jenna watches her reflection take it, eyes low, body offered. Angela throws her onto the bed. Bare ass blooms red under every strike. Moans die inside silk. Jenna is rolled, nipples sucked, tongue meeting tongue. She begs to be fucked. Angela folds her over, tongue splitting both holes. Tells her to push the panties inside herself. Jenna obeys. Tongue in her ass, fingers working her clit, eyes gone white. Angela drops the robe. Heavy tits swing free. She mounts Jenna's face and rides until she breaks. Then she grinds pussy to pussy, hand locked on Jenna's throat, both of them shaking. The debt keeps growing.