David found out how wrong he was the second Sofia closed the gap. Five-seven, a hundred thirty-two pounds, all long lines and heavy thighs, she didn’t waste a word. She hooked those legs around his head, locked a crushing headscissor, and dropped him like he weighed nothing. Her thighs clamped down with slow, deliberate force, squeezing the air and the fight out of him until the would-be burglar went limp between her legs, gasping, beaten, and forced to understand that this sexy woman now owned every inch of his surrender.
