Perverted panty thief dominated, humiliated, cock teased and left covered in his own filth!

Caught red-handed in the dressing room, this creep had his fist around his cock and her panties mashed to his nose. Aiden Starr finds him like that—panty-sniffing pig, jerking off right there on her floor. She doesn’t call the cops. She grabs the cane instead. Stripes bite across his ass before he can even beg. Next comes the paddle, hard and loud, until he’s blubbering and promising anything. She shoves a fat plug in his hole, snaps a pair of filthy panties over his face, and makes him wear the evidence of his crime. Still not enough for her. She blackmails him with the security footage, ties his wrists behind his back with her own nylons, and pushes him down. Her stockinged feet work his cock—slow, deliberate, stopping every time he starts to buck. He’s kept right on the edge, breathing through lace that smells like her and watching while she spreads her legs and fingers herself to a loud, wet finish. Only then does she allow two rough strokes of her toes. He shoots everywhere—his stomach, the carpet, even the hem of her skirt. Aiden stands, straightens her dress, and walks out, leaving the spent thief trussed, spent, and glistening for whoever opens the store in the morning.