PropertySex – Cheating on wife with real estate agent

PropertySex was the epitome of real estate hedonism. The creators had turned the mundane tasks of house hunting into a glistening, 3D realm of raunchy possibility. This particular clip featured a ravishing brunette real estate agent named Jasmine, who had already gained quite a following for her sultry ways of enticing impulsive house buyers into making hasty, spur-of-the-moment decisions.

The POV perspective allowed the viewer to embody a smitten potential buyer who had recently split from his wife. Hovering at the edge of desperation, he met Jasmine for a no-frills walk-through of an upper-middle-class suburban home, already smitten byGlued to her wiggling derriere as she strutted ahead in a mini skirt and heels, the real estate agent eventually paused at a dejstrewn counter, neglecting to mention the open floor plan as the buyer’s eyes remained locked on the band of her lacy panties peeking above her skirt.

“I think I need to show you the master bedroom in more detail,” Jasmine suddenly announced, a mischievous grin spreading across her glossy lips. As she led him up the stairs and down the hall, her curves swayed hypnotically. The voyeur buyer couldn’t tell if he had stopped gaping at her ample cleavage before or after entering the bedroom.

“As you can see, the space is well-suited to honeymooning newlyweds or passionate lovebirds,” Jasmine purred, closing the space between their bodies. Her fingertips traced an almost imperceptible teasing circle, setting the buyer’s breath aquiver. “What do you think? Can you picture yourself nesting here?”

“I think I’d rather picture myself nesting inside you,” the buyer growled back impulsively. Jasmine’s finger movement stayed suspended as surprise flickered across her face. Wait, had he somehow overtaken the role of seducer? A glance at her face revealed the smokiness that rose in her eyes didn’t indicate annoyance.

“No panties,” the real estate agent breathed to herself as she spun in a circle, revealing the expanse of her thighs. The small panty line had been a ruse. She sashayed to the edge of the bed and kicked off her heels, hiking her skirt up and caressing her ankles. The sight of the brunette’s completely bare pussy inflamed the buyer’s cock painfully.

“You really think you can keep yourself under control?” Jasmine challenged, shimmying out of her skirt as the buyer suffered a chatoyant glimpse of her puffy cunt lips. The front of his pants bulged as he descended on the bed and shrugged off his shirt. At this point, the POV effect made it less about watching a video and more about jumping into the scene.

Jasmine crawled over him, her DSLs hanging hypnotically as she fished out his straining erection and boldly stroked it. “I’ve actually saved this pussy from foreplay,” she explained with a grin, sinking her greedy slit over his cock with a moan. The feeling of her velvety walls clutching his shaft felt positively dreamy as she began riding him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” the buyer gasped, his hands squeezing the real estate agent’s lush ass. She brought one tip of his slippery prick to her greedy mouth, suckled him for a minute, and then dropped back down on his cock. Each time she locked eyes with him as she bobbed on his dick, somehow knocking him slightly more out of the POV effect and into amazed tenderness at her prowess as a lover.

Licking her lips, the brunette leaned back to stroke her clit as she fucked him, her natural breasts jiggling as she panted with pleasure. The tops of her tits exceeded the tightness of her tank top, beckoning the buyer to motorboat them. Grinning, Jasmine pushed her chest toward his face.

The agent’s playful delight swelled his ego as he captured her bouncing jugs, motorboating them wetly as her clit moved closer to his own. He grabbed her tits as they fucked, nuzzling into her cleavage and receiving his payoff when she came with a series of whimpers on his cock.

Reveling in the afterglow as her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, Jasmine retrieved a pair of heels from her bag upon withdrawing. “Want this to be your bedroom?” she asked with a wink, scooping up his credit card from the nightstand and making the pupil of his cock dilate sloppily at the size of the tip. “The size of that markup means I’ll be sneaking over to visit…”