Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

The real estate agent walks Kat through the finished rooms, all spit-polish and fresh paint. When they reach the master bedroom, Brett looks Kat up and down like she’s seeing a fixer-upper wearing lipstick on the wrong mouth. Without asking she sits the seller at the vanity, paints her lips deep crimson, powders her cheeks, and zips her into a little black dress that stops where decency starts. Kat stares, half amazed, half suspicious. Brett doesn’t waste time with small talk. She tells her the price jump depends on the showing Kat’s body puts on for the right buyer. That buyer will want a demonstration. Oral. Direct. Kat’s mouth falls open. Brett pushes her onto the mattress before the word “no” finishes forming. Brett strips off the new dress, drops between Kat’s thighs, and licks a slow stripe up her slit. The shock on Kat’s face melts into something hungrier with every flick of Brett’s tongue. When she comes she pushes both hands into Brett’s hair and rides the wave until her thighs shake and her breath breaks. Brett rises, swings a leg over Kat’s face, and grinds down; Kat’s mouth meets slick folds and salt, instinctive, open. Brett spins, lowers again, and this time lets her tongue circle Kat’s asshole. Kat gasps at the wet heat, the new angle, the filthy pleasure that climbs her spine. When Brett tells her to return the favor she doesn’t hesitate; she spreads Brett’s cheeks and drags her tongue over the tight ring until the agent moans her name. They end up scissoring hard, legs locked, clits sliding against each other in a wet, grinding rhythm. Brett comes first, hips jerking, cunt pulsing hot against Kat’s. Kat keeps thrusting until her own orgasm crashes through her and leaves them both shaking on the ruined sheets.