Desperate Realtor

Adriana guides Darcie through the house, her voice full of practiced excitement as she traces the new crown molding with her fingertips. Darcie nods, interested, until they reach the odd back room fitted out with a massage table and oils. The space is the reason the property keeps sitting, and Adriana knows it. She moves fast, promising that learning massage is simple—easy side money—and then offers to prove it. Darcie hesitates, but Adriana’s urgency wins her over. She strips down and lies on the table. Adriana warms the oil between her palms, then works Darcie’s shoulders, back, and the full curves of her breasts, circling the stiff nipples until Darcie’s breathing changes. Fingers slip lower, slick and sure, parting Darcie until she’s open and pulsing. When Darcie’s thighs start to tremble, Adriana bends and licks her, tongue flicking over her clit in tight, wet strokes. Darcie drags Adriana up, flips their positions, and returns the favor, mouth greedy between Adriana’s spread legs. They trade places again and again on the narrow table, hands and tongues driving each other higher until both come hard, the massage table creaking under them.