Landlord Fucks Tenant: Exclusive Must-Have Guide

So the landlord fucks tenant thing actually happened to me last month, and I still catch myself replaying it when I’m trying to fall asleep. He came by to fix the leaky faucet, and I’d been half-hoping he would, wearing this thin tank top with nothing underneath. One minute he’s tightening a pipe, the next his hands are on my hips and I’m bent over the kitchen counter, his jeans around his ankles. I went down on him first, mostly because I wanted to feel how thick he was against my tongue, and he just stood there breathing hard, one hand in my hair. Then he lifted me onto the counter and slid inside me so slow I thought I’d lose my mind. The whole thing felt like one of those grainy point-of-view clips you scroll past, except it was my legs shaking and my nails digging into his shoulders. He kept whispering that he’d wanted this since I moved in, and honestly, that did something to me. When I finally came, I had to bite down on his collar to keep quiet, because the walls in that building are paper thin. We didn’t talk about rent after that, and I still haven’t called the super about the faucet.