The Final Clause

You lead Kyler Drayke through the sleek, sunlit kitchen of the listing. He’s handsome in that powerful, no-nonsense way: a real estate mogul who clearly isn’t sold yet. You look him in the eyes and ask, “Anything I can do to sweeten the deal?” Kyler raises an eyebrow. “I have an idea,” he purrs, before stepping closer and gripping your cock. Moments later, you’re bent over as Kyler drops to his knees, his tongue exploring your hole with slow, hungry strokes. He stands and you drop to yours, taking his thick cock deep into your throat. Soon, he’s fucking you on the sofa, first in cowboy as you ride him hard, then in spooning, his hands gripping your hairy chest while he grinds into you. Finally, he flips you into missionary, fucking you deep until you feel him twitch. “I’ll have to sign that deal,” he growls, before he cums across your chest.