LOAN4K. Chick scratched car so why she should fuck loan agent

Title: “Loan4K: A Hard-Nosed Negotiation”

The sun was setting over Prague as the buxom brunette sashayed into the loan agent’s office.fluidly swinging her hips, eyeing the young man behind the desk with a wolfish grin. liquor had loosened her tongue and her inhibitions. “Hey there, handsome,” she purred, leaning over to give him a generous view down her low-cut top. “I’ve got a little…financial matter we need to discuss.”

The loan agent, a lanky fellow named Jan, gulped and adjusted his glasses. He had a bad feeling about this. “Miss Novak, I’ve reviewed your application,” he began nervously. “As I mentioned on the phone, without any collateral, we can’t approve your loan.”

Petra clicked her tongue in disappointment. “C’mon, cut a girl some slack!” she cooed, perching on the edge of his desk and trailing a finger along his jaw. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while…” She hiked up her short skirt, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings. Jan blinked hard, his face flushing.

“Miss Novak, this is highly inappropriate!” he squeaked. “I could lose my job if anyone finds out!”

Petra smirked, pushing him back into his chair. “Well then, I guess we’d better not get caught…” Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her full, round breasts encased in creamy lace. Jan’s mouth went dry as she climbed into his lap, straddling him.

“I need this loan, Jan,” she whispered hotly in his ear, rocking her hips against his tenting slacks. “If you don’t approve it, everyone will know what a dishonest lecher you are. Little Petra tricked the poor cashier into a backroom hand-job…” She tugged his earlobe with her teeth. “Is that what you want? For everyone to mock you?”

Jan shuddered, overwhelmed by her honeyed words and sinuous movements. “O-okay,” he stammered, pushing her off of him. “I-I’ll approve the loan. But you don’t have any collateral!”

Petra just grinned wickedly. “Oh, I think I do…” She unzipped his slacks and fished out his hard, throbbing cock. “Now sit back and let me thank you properly.” Sinking to her knees, she took him deep in her mouth, working her tongue along the shaft.

Jan throw back his head and moaned, tangling his fingers in her silky hair. Petra knew she had him now. Hook, line and sinker. She bobbed faster, sucking hard, relishing the salty taste of his skin and precum. He thrust up to meet her mouth, fucking her face as she savored the sensation of his thickness sliding over her tongue.

Just before he exploded, she pulled away with a wicked grin. “Not so fast, lover boy,” she giggled, rising to her feet. She turned around and bent over his desk as she’d seen in the porn films. Stepping out of her lacy panties, she spread her knees and beckoned to him with a lewd wink. “Now, about that collateral…”

Jan leapt up, losing his glasses in his haste, and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Petra cried out, then bit her fist to muffle her moans as he rutted her hard from behind. He was so big, stretching her so perfectly! She clutched the edge of the desk and arched her back, pushing her hips up to meet his increasingly frantic thrusts.

They mated like beasts, grunting and moaning, lost in the shameful bliss of their lust. Jan reached around to fondle Bolívar’s tits, while she snaked a hand down to rub her aching clit in tight circles. Skin slapped against skin, the desk creaking under their frenzied coupling. Just as her orgasm crested, Petra felt Jan stiffen and spurt deep inside her, groaning her name.

As they caught their breath, he gazed at her with a mix of lingering arousal and shrinking dread. “Oh god, what have I done?” he groaned, burying his face in her hair. “My career, my marriage, my reputation…”

Petra patted his cheek sympathetically. “Aww, chin up, lover!” she said brightly. “I promise I’ll be discreet. No one will ever know what happened in this office today, except us…” She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “unless you don’t approve the rest of my loans, of course.” Tucking her satisfied smile into a copy of his signature, she shimmied out the door, leaving him slumped and panting, wondering what fresh hell her return to this office would bring.

But that, dear reader, is a story for another day. Let’s just say, the bank’s cameras stayed off, but that poor cashier’s olive branch remained holding the door handle, presaging a long con-denning organizational struggle between the spry baroness and the strait-laced loan agent. In any case, the credits roll and I imagine them both happy and horny as hell luxuriating in their burgundy bath 4k tub. Though of course, that’s pure speculation and I’m merely suggesting, with the tools I have at my disposal, that it is prudent at least, to interpret their future behavior in the following fashio-