She's not getting off that easy

You grab her by one arm, hauling her to her feet and pulling her into the living room. She squeaks with alarm and dismay as you manhandle her, pushing her face down on the couch before turning on a light. She looks utterly helpless, her hands cuffed behind her back, her shirt ripped open, her face still covered by the balaclava. Her tight black legging show off a pair of slender but well formed legs and the sweet roundness of her rump. She whines as she kicks her feet and squirms, her blinded head turning as though in search of you.

"You stay right there," you snarl. "If you try to move, you'll be the sorriest bitch on the planet."

She gives a little sobbing moan, her covered head turning to the sound of your voice. "What do you want? Oh God what do you want? I said I'd suck your cock! Suck your cock if you let me go! Please Mister! Please!"

You slip quietly out of the room while she begs and quickly go to your room to collect a few things. One of them is your own balaclava, and you slip it on before stepping into the living room, effectively covering all of your face except for your mouth and eyes. You put your other items on the coffee table before grabbing the girl's balaclava and pulling it off her heat to unleash a cascade of red hair. You grab a handful of it and hold her head up as she squeals in protest, comparing her face to that on the student card. It's definitely the same girl.

"My, my, Miss Amber McLean," you sneer. "Just turned 18 and already doing burglaries and offering blowjobs. Your mother must be so proud."

"Don't hurt me!" she begs. "I said I'd suck your cock if you let me go! Please, just do it! Let me go and I'll suck you so hard!"

"Oh Amber, let's be serious," you joke. "You're going to suck me whether I let you go or not. But suck hard all the same girl. After all, your life might just depend on it."

She squeals in panic as you rub your stiff cock over her face, her eyes full of terror.