Behind the Curtain of panty theif: Private Adventures

Rain patters against windows in “panty theif” as a pale, raven-haired vixen touches herself by candlelight. Goosebumps rise as cool air meets warm fingers. This atmospheric “panty theif” builds slowly—teasing circles, soft whimpers, then frantic need. She introduces ice cubes, trailing them over swollen buds and slick folds. The contrast sends her over the edge in “panty theif”; shivering, screaming, utterly lost to pleasure. “panty theif” is moody, sensual perfection.