SHAME4K Mature bombshell steals a necklace and gets fucked for it

Shame4k: Mature bombshell atones for sinful theft with a fucking penance

A stunning mature woman, her jet-black hair cascading in lush waves down her back, slips into the posh jewelry boutique after hours. Angela, a Russian cougar in her forties, has eyes only for the glittering diamonds, especially that opulent necklace in the display case. Her expensive silk blouse strains against her ample cleavage as she rifles through her designer handbag, pulse quickening with anticipation.

With a crafty glance around the darkened store, Angela’s gloved fingers deftly lock pick the case. It opens with a soft snick. Ah, how thrilling! Her stomach flutters with illicit arousal as she reaches inside to claim her prize. No alarm trips. No guards rush in. Perfect.

Tossing her raven hair, Angela grins wickedly, the necklace coiled in her hand like a glittering snake. She’s about to turn and saunter out victorious when a deep voice stops her cold.

” Going somewhere, beautiful?” a man asks, stepping from the shadows.

Angela spins, her mouth agape. “How…how did you…”

The man, ruggedly handsome with a salt-and-pepper beard, smiles grimly. He’s Dressed immaculately in tailored slacks and a crisp black shirt left open at the collar. “I’ve been watching you,” he says, blue eyes piercing hers. “Though I think you forgot to pay for that.”

Angela’s cheeks flush. She gambling all innocence. “Oh it’s…I’m just doing quality control,” she giggles, voice breathy, the universal female language.

The man steps closer, his presence commanding. “Is that right?” His eyes drop to her cleavage, lingering. “Why don’t we go to the back room so you can demonstrate that demonstration for me personally.”

It’s more an order than a request. Angela shivers, equal parts frightened and aroused. This interloper knows her game, and yet, she senses no immediate threat. Perhaps a bit of role-playing might be fun…and lucrative.

She follows him into a small office, heart pounding. The man locks the door behind them. “Take off your clothes,” he commands. “Slowly.”

Angela smirks, confident in her predatory charms. “You going to frisk me?” she purrs, sliding her blackROP off one strap, showing him her creamy shoulder.

In a flash, the man is on her, spinning her around and slamming her against the nearby desk. He rips off her blouse, sending buttons flying. “Actually, you’re going to frisk yourself,” he growls. “And if you stall…well, let’s just say the police will be very interested to hear about your little shoplifting scheme… among other things.”

Angela gasps as his landed on her bare back, eyes wide with shock. She’s trapped, at his mercy, and quickly realizing he’s dead serious. With shaking hands, she unhooks her lacy black bra. It falls away, freeing her huge, ample breasts.

The man stands back, nodding his approval as he undresses her with his gaze. “Bravo. You have a fuck amazing body for such an evil woman. I think you deserve to be punished.” He drags a finger down her smooth, toned stomach. “The question is, how thoroughly?”

Angela trembles, breasts heaving. She’s never felt so exposed, so vulnerable…or so intensely aroused. Her muff is aching, begging to be filled.

“How about we start with this,” the man continues, tracing her dripping folds over her panties. “Get this cunt wet for me.”

“Oh god,” Angela moans as he strokes her, the material of her underwear already soaked through. “I’m so naughty…I stole that necklace…I’ve been a bad, bad girl…”

“That’s right,” the man croons, pushing her underwear aside. He plunges two fingers up her weeping channel, pumping them savagely. “A bad, dirty whore loves getting fucked for her crimes…”

Angela cries out, back arching. Her legs give out and she collapses across the desk, face pressed to the wood. The man bends her over, ass high, and smacks her hard across the rump. “You love having control,” he snarls, landing another slap. “Now it’s my turn…”

With brutal force, he thrusts up into her dripping snatch, his thick cock splitting her open. Angela screams, impaled, stuffed full to bursting. He sets a punishing pace, slamming into her relentlessly as he yanks her hair.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Angela babbles incoherently, eyes rolled back. She’s never been fucked so hard, so deep. The man’s cock is a spear, pounding her guts. Her pussy clamps around him, milking him desperately.

“You’re going to cum on my dick,” he growls, smacking her ass again. “Fucking cum like the whore you are.”

“Please,” Angela wails, tears of ecstasy streaking her face. “I’ll do anything…I’ll be your good girl…just fuck me!”

The man curses, slamming her harder, fingers digging into her hips. Angela feels his cock thicken, his rhythm hitch, and then he’s flooding her, spunk gushing into her hungry hole, staking his claim.

Angela convulses, cumming so hard she nearly faints. She’s toe-curling, eye-rolling, world-splitting orgasmic. The man fills her over and over until she drips his seed. Dropping free, she collapses face-first on the desk again, utterly conquered. The necklace clatters forgotten to the floor.

“We’re not done playing yet,” the man says, though there’s respect in his eyes as he surveys his prize. “I’m going to fuck you again…and again…until you forget your own name. You’re mine now. My dirty whore.”

He reaches down and gropes her red, tender ass. His cock is already hardening anew against her thigh…”.
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