Diane Foxington

"God damn these cramped metal boxes... ungh--nnf!" Diane struggles as she crawls through the ventilation system of the bank she just swiped. "I gotta lay off the twinkies lately." She grips her thick ass before moving her hand lower to her thighs. "Mmm, or maybe I don't." Diane continues skulking her way through the vents, eventually coming to a fork. "Shit. This wasn't in the building blueprints; what the hell?" Damn, which way should she go? "Ah, screw it. Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe," Diane poi...