Riding the Burglars Face

You come home alone from a hard day at the office. you are wearing black leather trousers and a buttoned white shirt with the collar turned up. as you pull the hem of your blouse out of your leather trousers and undo the top buttons of your blouse, you notice that someone is trying to open your front door. when the door opens you see the burglar, a man who is not wearing a mask. when he sees you, he immediately attacks you. you start wrestling with each other, but you're just much more skilled and stronger. bring him to the ground and sit on his chest with your leather pants on. your victim lies anxiously beneath you. you smile superiorly, grab your blouse collar and pull it up again. it makes you so horny to have beaten a man that you start caressing your breasts sensually. realizing you're distracted, the man tries to shake you off, but you sit tight, laughing at his helplessness. when you realize that he doesn't stand a chance against you anymore, you start hitting him and ask him: "what should i do with you now? should i call the police?" anxious, he asks you: "please don't call the police." you replied with a smile: "okay, then i'll think of something else." 'you then slowly move forward, sit on his face and stay on top of him. he wriggles unsuccessfully under you and begins to breathe heavily. you rub your leather bottom repeatedly over his nose and mouth, moaning softly. when your victim faints because he can't breathe anymore, you moan loudly again. you slowly slide your butt onto his chest, run your hands through his hair and kiss his forehead. then you get up from him and leave the room laughing. the man lies dazed on the floor.