Thick Realtor Returns For Creampie

“Thick Realtor Returns for Creampie”

In the pulsating heart of Miami’s real estate scene, there exists a legendary tale of a voluptuous vixen who goes by the name of Sasha. With her golden tresses, bountiful bosom, and ass that could stop traffic, Sasha wasn’t just any realtor. No, she was the ultimate cream of the crop, and she knew just how to handle the hung uomoids who drooled over her like hungry hyenas.

Sasha clung to the steering wheel of her cherry-red Corvette, the Florida sun kissing her tanned cleavage as she sped towards her latest sale. It wasn’t just any property – it was the infamous Ocean Oasis estate, a sprawling mansion poised to rake in millions. But Sasha had her eyes on a different prize: the owner, a towering Adonis named Chad, who was known for his obscene wealth and even more obscene endowment.

Pulling into the estate’s sweeping driveway, Sasha stepped out of her Corvette, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble. Chad greeted her at the door, his chiseled features and rippling torso on full display. Sasha sauntered past him, her hip brushing against his groin as she surveyed the opulent foyer.

“Quite the view,” Chad purred, his eyes drinking in Sasha’s ample curves. She flashed him a coquettish smile, fully aware of the effect she had on him.

“Oh, it’s not bad,” Sasha replied, sauntering towards the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the private beach. “But I’m sure you’re eager to see the master suite.”

Chad grinned, his eyes darkening with lust. “Lead the way, gorgeous.”

Sasha led him up the grand staircase, her ass swaying hypnotically with each step. Once in the master suite, she turned to face him, her hand trailing down his chest. “I must warn you, Chad,” she purred, “I have a habit of getting…really hands-on with my clients.”

Before he could respond, Sasha captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth with a fervor that made his cock twitch in hisenga. Chad growled against her lips, his hands grabbing her ass and pulling her flush against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, hard and throbbing.

Sasha broke the kiss, her fingers deftly working at the buttons of his shirt. “I think it’s time we had a private viewing,” she breathed, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. “To make sure the bed is up to your standards.”

Chad chuckled, his hands slipping under her dress to palm her ass. “Oh, I have no doubt it will be.”

In a flurry of passion, they tumbled onto the king-sized bed, their hands and mouths exploring each other with a hunger that bordered on feral. Sasha moaned as Chad’s mouth latched onto her breasts, his tongue swirling around her hardened nipples. She arched into his touch, her thighs clenching around his waist.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Chad groaned, his hand sliding up her thigh to cup her pussy. She was already wet, her panties soaked through. He pushed them aside, his fingers delving into her slick folds.

“Oh god, yes,” Sasha hissed, grinding against his hand. “Don’t stop.”

Chad obliged, his fingers pumping in and out of her, his thumb rubbing tight circles against her clit. Sasha’s hips bucked against him, her walls clenching around his invading digits. She was close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

But she wanted more. She needed to feel him inside her, stretching her, filling her to the brim. “I want your cock,” she panted, her nails raking down his back. “I need it now.”

Chad didn’t need to be told twice. He shed his remaining clothes, his massive cock springing free, hard and ready. Sasha licked her lips at the sight, awe and hunger battling for dominance in her eyes.

She spread her legs wide, beckoning him closer. “Give it to me, big boy. Fuck me hard and fill me up.”

With a primal growl, Chad thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Sasha cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size. He was huge, stretching her in ways she never thought possible.

And then he began to move, his hips slapping against hers as he pounded into her with a fierce, primal rhythm. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. Sasha lost herself in the sensation, her world narrowing to the place where their bodies joined.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chad grunted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight.”

Sasha could only moan in response, her tits bouncing with each forceful thrust. She could feel her climax building, a tidal wave of sensation gathering at the base of her spine. “Don’t stop,” she panted, “I’m gonna cum. Fill me up, baby. Give me your cum!”

As if those words were a command, Chad redoubled his efforts, his hips blurring as he chased his own release. Sasha’s world exploded, her pussy clenching around him as she came harder than she ever had before. Chad followed shortly after, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her.

They collapsed onto the bed, slick with sweat and trembling with exertion. Sasha cuddled against him, her head resting on his chest as she tried to catch her breath. “I think it’s safe to say this bed is to your liking,” she purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.

Chad chuckled, his hand cupping her ass. “Oh, I’d say this whole estate is to my liking,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Especially with you taking such well…hands-on care of things.”

Sasha smiled, nuzzling his neck. “Well, it’s my job to make sure my clients are thoroughly satisfied,” she replied, her tone laced with innuendo. “And I plan on giving you a satisfaction guarantee.”

And with that, they spent the rest of the day ‘inspecting’ every inch of the Ocean Oasis estate, their bodies entwined in a never-ending dance of passion and desire. It was a hard day’s work, but someone had to do it.