Chuck’s life was a mess. Divorce papers on the table, a house he needed to sell, and a heart full of bitterness. His buddy JT, bless his soul, decided Chuck needed a pick-me-up, something to remind him what it felt like to be alive. Enter Ava Amira, a real estate agent with a body that could stop traffic and a smile that promised sin. She struts into his house, all curves and confidence, and starts giving the place the once-over. But it’s not long before her eyes are doing more than just assessing square footage. She’s checking Chuck out, and he’s definitely checking her back.
Ava starts dropping hints, little teases that make Chuck’s blood rush. A flash of cleavage here, a lingering touch there. Then she drops the bomb: she’s not just here to sell the house. JT hired her to give Chuck a different kind of service, one that involves a lot less paperwork and a lot more pleasure. She strips down, her body a masterpiece of curves and skin, and starts playing with herself. Chuck’s jaw hits the floor as she fingers her wet pussy, moaning like a goddamn siren.
Then she’s on her knees, sucking Chuck’s cock like she’s trying to pull his soul out through his dick. He’s lost in the moment, every thrust sending shivers down his spine. Next thing he knows, she’s riding him, her pussy gripping him tight as she throws her head back and screams. Chuck can’t hold back, he unloads deep inside her, a torrent of cum that washes away all the pain and anger. But Ava’s not done yet. She wants to taste herself, and she wants Chuck to taste her too. She spreads her legs wide, offering him her dripping pussy, and he dives in, licking and sucking until she’s begging for more. Finally, he pulls back and unloads all over her face, a final act of pure, unadulterated lust. Chuck’s feeling a lot happier now, thanks to Ava and JT. He might even consider keeping the house.
