Thief's Kinky Downfall

The thief's fingers trace the spines of dusty tomes, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic creaking of the old floorboards. She pauses, breath hitching, as she imagines the unseen owner, his voice echoing in her mind, commanding, "Touch yourself, thief. Let me hear your pleasure." Her hand slides down, finding her wet heat, fingers dancing as she fantasizes about being caught, about the consequences of her desires.

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