Kazumi In 3033

Kazumi dropped through the skylight like she owned the penthouse. She thought she’d pick clean whatever she wanted. Seth was waiting behind the bar in nothing but silk pants, watching her gloved hands rifle through drawers. He didn’t reach for a phone. He crossed the room and grabbed her wrist. The gun tumbled. His mouth crashed into hers before she could curse him. She shoved him, but her hips pushed forward on their own. One sharp yank and he ripped the catsuit down to her waist, her breasts spilling into cool air. He thumbed a stiff nipple hard enough to make her hiss. She kneed him in the thigh, vicious, yet her fingers already tugged his zipper open. His cock sprang out hot against her belly. He spun her, slammed her chest to the marble counter, and yanked her pants the rest of the way down. Two thick fingers plunged between her legs and came out glistening. “Dripping for this?” he growled. She bit her lip until copper flooded her tongue, refusing the answer that was obvious. He pushed inside her in one shove and she cried out, clenching around him, legs shaking against cold stone. He fucked her like he meant to break her rhythm. She met every thrust, whimpering when the head of him struck her spot on the upstroke. He hauled her upright without pulling out, turned her, and lifted one thigh over his hip. Her knee hooked his ass and she rocked harder, fingernails carving red lines down his back. He slammed her back into the wall, drives deeper, knocking a picture frame loose. Glass shattered. Neither cared. She tightened around his cock until he hissed through his teeth. He spun her again, bent her over the leather couch, and fucked the fight out of her until she was hoarse from gasping his name. He switched holes without mercy; she arched, taking him in her ass, skin tight and hot around him, the burn twisting with slick pleasure. Her cunt pulsed empty and needy until his fingers shoved back inside, filling both places at once. She came so hard her knees buckled. He dropped her onto the rug, followed her down, and jerked the final strokes with her cheek pressed to the floor, his release flooding her open cunt. When it was over she stayed there panting, gloves askew, cum leaking down her thigh. The diamond necklace she’d almost pocketed lay in a puddle of sweat beside her cheek. She didn’t reach for it. She reached for him instead.