On this particular day, the tenants had just vacated the apartment, and a woman from Property Management—let’s call her PM—joined me to inspect its condition. XXX I popped the cork, and PM turned, laughing, “Fuck yes…pour me a glass!” We sat on the balcony, the city sprawling beneath us, the wine buzzing in our heads. “Sorry…better?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr. I began thrusting deep, her moans filling the room until I pulled out, coming all over her spread ass and pussy, dripping down onto the towel. Her suit commanded attention, and I couldn’t help but , “The suits on the terrace are checking you out.” She laughed, squeezing her breasts together and shaking them as we passed through an intersection. “Hey… walk faster…get your ass out of my face,” I joked, and she stopped, pushing her ass back and knocking me off balance before laughing and running up the stairs.
