Rachael Cavalli

Rachael the realtor came over hot to please. She took one look at Prince and Jason and knew these guys needed more than just square footage. They got straight into it. “I like to know exactly what my clients want,” she purred, eyeballing their zippers every time they said they needed “lots of room.” Then her smile got filthy. “One thing I offer,” she said, “is very personal attention. Very hands-on. Both hands. Let me show you.” She had them stand. Her fingers found their cocks through their jeans, rubbed hard, cupped their balls like she was weighing gold. Pants hit the floor. Rachael dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around Prince while she stroked Jason with long, slick pulls. She switched fast, tongue swirling, spit shining their shafts, then swallowed Prince deep while Jason fucked her fist. Double blowjob turned into a sloppy mess of lips, tongues, and greedy moans. She stood, hiked her skirt, and bent over the table. Prince slammed into her soaked pussy while she took Jason to the throat. They rotated—her riding one, sucking the other, tits bouncing, lipstick smeared, hair a wreck. Prince drove her over the edge first, her cunt clenching, juices running down his balls. Jason flipped her onto her back, fucked her raw until she was babbling, then pulled out. Both of them shot thick ropes across her face, neck, and tits, cum dripping off her chin onto her blouse. Rachael licked her lips, smiled wide, “That felt like a very productive meeting. Let’s book a couple more. I want to work with you gentlemen real close.”