PropertySex Cute Huge Natural Tits Blonde Real Estate Agent Bangs Recently Divorced Client

Title: Real Estate Agent Angie Faith: PropertySex & Big Tits

Angie Faith, the buxom blonde real estate agent, was having a rough day. Sales were down and she needed a big commission to keep her afloat. Her last client of the day was just pulling up to the property for sale, a freshly divorced man looking for a new start.

As Mr. Johnson stepped out of his sleek convertible, Angie admired his chiseled jaw and physique. He approached her, eyes flickering over her ample bosom straining against her low-cut blouse. “You must be Angie,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

She nodded, giving him a dazzling smile. “And you must be Mr. Johnson. Please, call me Angie.” She extended a hand, but he ignored it, his gaze fixated on her voluptuous figure. Angie took the opportunity to lean over, giving him an eyeful of her deep cleavage.

“Quite the sight,” he murmured, taking a step closer. Angie’s heart raced, her nipples hardening beneath her thin bra. She knew she should be professional, but found herself drawn to this handsome, recently single man.

Leading him inside, Angie guided him through the empty rooms, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned against a wall facing him, her breasts heaving with her eager breaths. “What do you think? It’s a charming house with tons of potential.”

Mr. Johnson moved closer, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. His fingers grazed her cheek, leaving trails of fire. “I don’t know,” he said, voice husky. “I think it’s the realtor I’m more interested in.”

Angie bit her bottom lip, desire coursing through her veins. “Is that so?” she breathed, pressing her ample breasts against his chest. He groaned, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, claiming her, as his hands roamed her curvy body.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. They stumbled towards the bed in the master bedroom, a tangle of groping hands and parted clothing. Angie’s blouse fluttered to the floor, followed by her lacy bra. Her huge, natural breasts bounced free, the pebbled pink nipples just begging to be sucked.

“Are you sure about this?” Mr. Johnson panted as he caressed the soft swell of her tits.
Angie nodded urgently, arching her back to push her breasts into his palms. “I want you,” she moaned breathily. “I need you.”

He captured a nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. Angie tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he feasted on her breasts. Wetness pooled between her trembling thighs and she squirmed impatiently.

Mr. Johnson kissed his way down her body as he undid her skirt and pushed it off her generous hips. She wore a scrap of pink lace that matched her bra and he groaned at the sight of her barely contained curves. Tugging the panties aside, he buried his face in her dripping core, his tongue delving inside her wet heat.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” he rumbled against her sensitive flesh, making her tremble. His thumbs spread her lips as he lapped at her, tormenting her clit and sending her soaring. Angie moaned loudly, fisting the sheets as he feasted on her pussy.

“I’m…I’m going to…ahh!” She came with a cry, her inner muscles clenching around his thrusting tongue. Mr. Johnson didn’t let up, relishing the taste of her juices as she rode out her climax against his face.

When her tremors subsided, he straightened up, undressing fully. His erection sprang free, thick and hard, the bulbous head glistening with pre-cum. Angie licked her lips hungrily, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his length. She pumped him slowly, watching in fascination as his pelvis jerked into her touch.

“I need to be inside you,” he panted, nudging her onto her back. Angie spread her legs wide, welcoming him between her creamy thighs. The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance and she rolled her hips, desperate to be filled.
With a smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight channel. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he grunted, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Angie moaned wantonly as he stretched her, his thick hardness kissing her cervix.

He set a deep, pounding rhythm, the wet slap of flesh echoing through the room. Angie matched him thrust for thrust, her nails scoring down his straining back. His pelvis ground against her sensitive clit, adding to the overwhelming bliss building within her.

“Oh God, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!” Angie screamed, her ginormous tits bouncing wildly with every hard slam of his hips. He obliged eagerly, plunging into her like a man possessed. The bed creaked ominously but neither of them cared, lost in the heat of their coupling.

Reaching up, Mr. Johnson cupped her heavy breasts, squeezing them roughly. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling the stiff peaks and sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. “I’m…I’m close,” he ground out, his rhythm faltering slightly.

Angie gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Fill me up,” she pleaded breathlessly. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

With a strangled groan, he thrust once, twice more before burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed, shooting jets of hot semen against her cervix. Angie felt the flood of liquid heat and her inner walls rippled in response, milking him for every last drop.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gasping for air. Mr. Johnson rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they were face to face. He brushed a kiss over her damp forehead. “That was…incredible,” he panted.

Angie smiled dazedly, softening his claim with a quick peck. “It really was. I think you’ll love living here.” He chuckled, already imagining the frequent PropertySex they’d have in every room of the house.

She nestled against his chest, feeling sated and content. The property was as good as sold – cocks for sale, hers included. Angie knew she’d have to tread carefully, but the thrill of potentially fucking her clients on a regular basis made her clench with excitement…and she planned to “accidentally” leave her thong in every property she showed.