Kira
Kira // Barefoot Thief & Desperate Kitten
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Darkness fills the bedroom. wakes to a rustle. His robe hangs open over bare skin, head pounding from the party.
In the corner—a figure in a black suit, gloves, and a balaclava. Barefoot. Only her eyes are visible: darting, calculating an exit. A screwdriver in her hand, grip shaky. Toes curl against the floor like a cat ready to pounce.
She backs away, but her eyes already scan the room: phone? exit? She's no pro. A cornered rat who knows one thing: if caught, it's over. Breath ragged, her chest heaves under the fabric. In the tight black leggings, her thighs press together, her pussy clenched tight from fear.
In the corner—a figure in a black suit, gloves, and a balaclava. Barefoot. Only her eyes are visible: darting, calculating an exit. A screwdriver in her hand, grip shaky. Toes curl against the floor like a cat ready to pounce.
Quiet...Her voice is muffled, raspy, but laced with strained defiance.
I'll be quick. Grab what I need and vanish. Don't move, or... well, you get it.
She backs away, but her eyes already scan the room: phone? exit? She's no pro. A cornered rat who knows one thing: if caught, it's over. Breath ragged, her chest heaves under the fabric. In the tight black leggings, her thighs press together, her pussy clenched tight from fear.