Riding the Tenant in a Rented Room
Jodi strutted down the apartment hallway, her hips swaying, a wicked grin on her face. She knew exactly what awaited her behind door number three. Her role as a real estate agent was just a front – a way to scope out the competition for her real passion: seduction.
When she pushed the door open, her eyes grew wide. There, sprawled shirtless on the Futon, was the most mouthwatering specimen of masculinity she’d laid eyes on in ages. Sweat glistened on his broad chest, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of his chiseled abs.
“Looks like we got a live one here,” she purred, sauntering closer. Her thighs rubbed together as her arousal intensified, straining against the confines of her lacy tights. “I’m Jodi, and I’m here to show you around.”
The man – Mr. Johnson, according to her notes – looked up at her, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having. Jodi’s pussy throbbed in response, ached to be filled by that magnificent cock she could already imagine. She had to act fast before she lost control entirely.
“How ’bout I give you the grand tour… just you and me,” she suggested, her voice dripping with seduction. She stood before him, hands on her hips, and let out a low, sultry chuckle.
Without waiting for a response, Jodi reached for her purse, dropped it carelessly on the floor, and climbed onto Mr. Johnson’s lap. The soft reggae rhythms drifting from the hallway mingled with the hum of the ceiling fan as she ground against him, her tights dampening with her growing excitement.
“Mmm, your cock sweet, Mr. Johnson,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. “But mi can’t mek mi man hear ’bout this… ssshhh.”
As she rode him with increasing urgency, Jodi knew she was playing with fire. The sound of footsteps growing closer from the hallway sent a thrill through her, a delicious danger that only heightened her arousal. She just prayed Mr. Johnson would maintain his composure long enough to get her off. For now, she was content to let him worship her body as she worshipped his, lost in a frenzy of Jamaican passion.