Sabotaging The Sale

Jennifer's been busting her ass trying to sell the place. Signs keep vanishing, online listings disappear, and whenever a buyer shows up Gal's there, all smiles, sending them packing. Jen corners her stepdaughter, who's suddenly all innocence—until Jen presses. Gal finally cracks: she doesn't want to bounce because she's got a rotation of neighborhood dick locked down. No house means no happy endings. Jen rolls her eyes, crosses her arms, but says she’ll do whatever it takes to shut the sabotage down. Gal grins like she just won the lottery and spells it out: hot, no-holds-barred sex right now. Jen sighs but nods—she’s in. What follows is straight-up porn: tongues, fingers, bare asses on the kitchen table, tits out, phones buzzing with ignored texts while they moan loud enough to rattle the For-Sale sign still propped by the front door. Clothes hit the floor in seconds. Jen rides Gal’s thigh while the younger girl fingers her deep and sloppy. They switch, 69 on the couch, eating like they’ve been starving. When it’s over both of them are grinning, sweaty, breathless, not a single ‘For Sale’ sign left standing—but the memory’s definitely going to stick around longer than any open-house ever would.