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The security cameras catch it all: Britt Blair slipping through the gate and into a stranger's house, stuffing snacks and jewelry into her bag. What Britt does not know is that the owner, Ember Snow, is home. Ember catches her red-handed in the bedroom, and Britt, mortified, empties her bag and begs her to hear her out.
Ember puts the phone down. She is not calling anyone, but she is curious about the blonde standing in her house, and the longer they talk the more obvious it is that the curiosity is mutual. Britt admits she has never been with a woman. Ember kisses her anyway and Britt kisses back, hungrily. They end up tangled in Ember's sheets, trading oral in a sixty-nine, riding each other's faces and tribbing until both women are breathless. Britt came to take something. She leaves with something much better.
Will Britt find a reason to come back through that gate again?
