PropertySex – Insanely hot landlady fucks surfer dude

Oh, boy! This one’s a real gem – PropertySex, where a hot little landlady named Riley takes bribery to the next level. I’ve got my popcorn ready, so let’s dive in, shall we?

The scene opens with our protagonist, a young male tenant, whistling as he emerges from his grubby old apartment. He’s a surfer dude, complete with bleach-blond hair and a scruffy beard. He’s carrying a skateboard, looking like the quintessential laid-back Cali boy.

But wait! Who’s that strutting towards him? None other than Miss Riley, the landlady. Holy hot mess on a stick, she’s a looker! Petite, pixie-cut hair, glasses perched on her nose. She’s wearing a tight little dress that barely covers her perky little tits and a pair of stockings that scream “fuck me now”.

She’s got a scowl on her face, clearly displeased with something. The surfer dude looks at her like a hungover Sharon Stone, confused and intrigued.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The dude just shrugs, looking at her with those sleepy bedroom eyes. “I’ve seen your little…activities,” she says, leaning in, “leaf blowers, garden tools, you were practically mowing the fucking lawn with your dick.”

The dude just laughs, clearly unfazed. “Hey, man,” he says, “I’m a tenant, not a slave. I pay my rent, fuck what you think is appropriate.”

Miss Riley’s eyes flash with anger, but there’s something else there too. Desire? Lust? She leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “I think we can work something out,” she whispers, “Just between us.”

And boom, there it is. The dude’s eyes widen, a slow grin spreading across his face. This is gonna be good.

They shuffle inside, the door slamming behind them. Suddenly, Miss Riley grabs our dude and slams him against the wall. Her lips crash against his, but there’s no tenderness here. This is pure, unadulterated, angry sex. She bites his lip, drawing blood, but the dude just moans, grabbing her ass hard.

Next thing we know, they’re on the floor, clothes flying everywhere. Miss Riley’s shoving the dude’s head between her legs, growling like a wild animal. “Eat me, you fucking pervert,” she hisses, “Show me what that tongue can do.”

And holy shit, the dude delivers. He’s licking, sucking, biting, going absolutely to town on her pussy. Miss Riley’s pulling his hair, cursing, begging for more. You can tell she’s not usually like this, but something about the dude brings out the animal in her.

But she’s not about to let him off easy. She pounces on him, shoving him back onto the floor. She straddles him, her hands wrapped around his throat. She’s riding him like a wild mustang, bouncing up and down, her tits flying everywhere.

“Who owns this pussy?” she demands, “Who owns this cunt? Say it!”

“You do,” the dude grunts, his hands flying to her hips, “Fuck, you do, you crazy bitch!”

And she just keeps going, fucking him harder, faster, more brutally than anyone ever has. The dude’s trying to flip her over, take control, but she’s not having it. She’s in charge here, and she’s not plan

ny on stopping until she’s satisfied.

Finally, with a scream that could shatter glass, Miss Riley comes. She collapses on top of the dude, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged pants. The dude flips her over, his cock still-hard, still-inside her. He hammers into her, his balls slapping against her ass, his fingers digging into her thighs.

He comes with a roar, filling her up, his seed spilling out of her. They collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction.

As they come down from their post-coital high, Miss Riley jumps up, grabbing her clothes. “don’t you dare fucking tell anyone about this,” she hisses, “Or I’ll have you out on your ass so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

The dude just chuckles, lighting up a cigarette. “Fuck, we gonna do this again?” he asks, “I ain’t paying my rent for a month or two.”

Riley shoots him a dirty look, but there’s a hint of a smirk on her face. “Yeah,” she says, “We’re gonna do this again. But next time, my place. And you better be lubed up and ready.”

With that, she’s gone, leaving the dude with a shit-eating grin and a serious case of blue balls. But he’s got something even better – the knowledge that he’s officially gotten under the skin of his hot little landlady. And something tells me this is just the beginning of one hell of a tenant-landlord relationship. Until next time, folks!