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value for decades. I run my hand along a nearby countertop, my eyes on him. Oh, I just love hard wood. My voice is a low per but I'm not sure he's buying what I'm selling. It's a fantastic selling point. He's completely oblivious, a perfect smile plastered on his face. Shall we proceed to the master suite? He leads me down a long and possibly white hallway. Our footsteps the

only sound. The sense of isolation is total, and with the master suite located in this wing, you're guaranteed absolute pridacy. He gestures to the long expanse of the corridor. You will be disturbed back here. That's good to know. I slow my pace a bit so even very loud moaning wouldn't be heard in the rest of the house. He stops, and for the first time, his professional mask slips. He turns to look at me, truly look at me, and a flicker of something that isn't related to his commission

flashes in his eyes. He clears his throat. I suppose not. The insulation is state of the art. He's starting to get it. He opens the door to the master bedroom and I step inside. The room is vast, with a wall of glass looking the city. I immediately kick off my heels, my bare feet sinking into the thick, cream colored carpet. Wow. I curl my toes into the pile. The carpet is so soft. He seems, relieved to be back on script. Yes, feel how soft it is on your feet. I look up at him, a slow smile

spreading across my face, and just as soft. When I'm on my hands and knees. He goes completely still. He knows exactly where this is going now. The power has shifted and the air is thick with it. He yes, Julian, for when someone's flucking me doggy style, no need for bruces knees. When you're getting pounded. I look at a Christine empty room. Actually, I'm not sure this carpet is soft enough. I think we should give out a try before he can form a coherent thought. Drop gracefully to

all fours. The plush fibers are gootlsh tickle against my palms and knees. I look back at him over my shoulder, hook my thumbs under the hem of my dress and slowly pull it up over my ass, revealing that I'm not wearing any panties. His sharp intake of breath is the answer I was looking for. He closes the distance in three long strides, his composure completely shattered. I hear the rasp of his zipper, and then he's kneeling behind me, his hands gripping my hips with a force that betrays

his desperate need. I feel the head of his cock, hard and hard nudge between my wet faults. He does n't hesitate. He shoves himself deep inside me with a single dominant thrust that drives a gasp from my lips. He feels me completely, A feeling is exquisite. He pulls back slowly and then thrusts again, fighting a hard, steady rhythm. The only sounds are the wet slap of our skin and my own panting breaths. The sunlight is warm on my back. I'm the view through the massive windows of

the sprawling, indifferent city below. I'm on all fours like an animal in this temple of wealth and taste, and I've never felt more powerful. His thrusts become harder faster. I reach down, my finger's finding my clit as he pounds into me from behind. A combination is devastating. My fingers brush against his cock, and it pushes him over the edge. With a final guttural groan. He thrusts himself forward as I feel his hog come in, his throbbing cock inside me. My own orgasm builds like a wildfire.

I struck my quit faster and faster, and I surrendered to it, my hips bucking back against him as the pleasure rifts through my body. I fall forward and he collapses beside me on the floor, breathless. I rolled over, a satisfied smile on my face. I stand, gather my things and smooth down my dress. He's still on the floor, trying to put his perfect world back together. Thank you for the t poor Julian, you were right. The carpet is perfect. He was selling a fantasy. He just had

no idea. I was there to collect my own