Unprofessional

Maitland runs the perfect scam. A dress that shows too much cleavage, a house staged for quick sales, and the perfect mark: a man who can barely keep his eyes on the property. Jason appears for a walk-through, and within minutes she has him exactly where she wants. He takes her from behind on the kitchen island, skirt bunched around her waist, big tits pressed to the marble. She rides him next, sinking all the way down, hips rolling hard and slow until her thighs shake. When he flips her onto her back, she holds her breasts together so he can fuck the soft valley between them, spit-slick and warm. She swallows him whole every time, spit running down her chin, eyes locked on his. He pulls out and spills across her tongue; she lets the thick load pool, sticks it out so he sees every drop, then swallows it down with a small smile. She stands, straightens her blouse, hands him the contract. Both parties sign. Deal closed.