You like it when a woman wins, don't you? You’re weak — and that’s exactly what excites you SD

Description: The thief crept into the house, tiptoed down the hallway, but barely opened the box on the dresser when he heard a quiet click of a heel behind him.he turned around and froze.a woman stood in front of him. about fifty years old. a black formal suit, moccasins and cappuccino-colored tights emphasized her chiseled legs.the first move was lightning fast. he staggered, but before he could fall, her legs were already locked around his neck. classic "scissors". he wheezed and fell to the floor.he tried to hit her, but she pushed off the floor, spun around and found herself behind him again. her shoulder was pressed to the floor, her legs were a lever. another move. again scissors. only now - from under him, twisted, painfully precise.he screamed. she put her finger to her lips: "shh..." - and went into a new grip. he had already given up, thinking that she would let him go, but he was wrong, because she could no longer stop, seeing her weakness. she touched his crotch and felt that his penis was erect. she began to give him a footjob and wanted to see his sperm on her feet.