The Real Estate Agent

Casey Calvert leads April ONeil through a big empty house. They hit the backyard and downstairs, then the stairs. They walk into the master. Nice, April says, scanning the room. Casey tells her the furniture can come with the place—most of it bought last year and still spotless. How about this? April points to the bed. Top of the line, Casey chirps. April shrugs. Looks nice, but she’ll need to try it out before deciding. She asks if Casey would mind. Casey says go ahead. April lies back, stretches, showing every curve. Soft and smooth, she hums, eyes on Casey. She’d really like to see how it feels with two on it. Casey hesitates, then drops the customer-service mask and climbs on. April shifts closer, tells her to loosen up—nobody buys without checking both seats. Casey gives in, stretches out. April rolls onto her side so they’re face-to-face. She mentions the bed will take more than lying down. Rigorous work, she says, tongue skimming her bottom lip. She slides a hand up Casey’s thigh. Casey mumbles about being a professional, but her gaze keeps falling to April’s tits. April reminds her that without a real workout, she can’t sign. Casey groans out that she’ll do anything to close the deal. April’s hand keeps climbing. They meet in a hard kiss, bras hitting the floor. April drops her mouth to Casey’s nipples, traces down her stomach, then buries her face between Casey’s legs. She sucks her clit, slides a finger deep, makes Casey buck and come loud. Flip. Casey pins April down, tongue eager, fingers urgent, selling the house with every slick stroke.