All Girl Massage Update - Desperate Realtor

Realtor Adriana Chechik hustles her client Darcie Dolce into a house. They hit the living room and Adriana fires off the upgrades, telling her the crown moldings were stripped and restained last week. Darcie nods, lips parted, eyes moving over every polished edge—until the tour lands on that strange back room. Massage table front and center, oils lined up like soldiers. No hiding it. The parlor is why every other buyer has walked. Adriana sees the hesitation flicker in Darcie’s eyes and knows the clock is ticking. She steps closer, voice low, urgent. Tells her the room is an asset, not a flaw, if Darcie wants to turn tricks on the side. Says it’s easy—so easy Adriana herself got certified, and she’ll prove it right now. Darcie hesitates, arms folded, but Adriana is too hungry for the sale to let her slip away. She pulls her shirt off, gestures to the table, and Darcie finally gives in. The second Darcie’s on her back, Adriana’s hands go straight for her tits, cupping them, working the nipples with firm circles until they pebble hard. Oil glistens. Darcie’s breath turns ragged, hips shifting despite herself. Adriana keeps pushing—thumbs gliding over every rib, then lower, until fingers slip between soaked folds and Darcie’s biting back moans. Once Darcie’s melting, Adriana folds her in half, spreads her wide, and buries her mouth. Tongue laps deep, sucks her clit until Darcie’s thighs shake. Darcie pushes her off, flips her onto the table, returns the favor—tongue fucking Adriana’s cunt until she’s dripping down her chin. They trade places again, bodies slick, grinding, licking, both chasing the rush. Adriana’s chest burns with the gamble; if this doesn’t close the deal, she’ll have to admit she wasted every last dollar on those damn massage classes. She doubles down, fucks Darcie harder with her tongue, praying the taste of pussy is enough to make the house theirs tonight.