Grind.

I shove him to sit on a nearby trash can and straddle his nylon clad thigh and grind. I pant and moan as I look into the thief's stocking clad face, flushing red.

"I-If I catch you again you'll get more of the same." I moan as I rut and rub, nylon and nylon rasping loudly in my ears as I'm lost in lust. I grunt in time with my thrust as near completion, then cream all over our hose.

With my powers gone, he shoves me to the ground, scoops up his clothes and sprints away.