Landlord Fucks Tenant: Exclusive Must-See

So the landlord fucks tenant thing actually happened to me last spring, and I still replay it sometimes when I can’t sleep. He knocked on my door about the late rent, and I was ready to beg for another week, but he just stared at me with this tired, hungry look and said we could work something out. I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway before I even thought about it, his belt clinking as I pulled him free, and he groaned my name like he’d been holding it in for months. We moved to the couch, my jeans tangled around one ankle, and I climbed on top, riding him slow while he gripped my hips and whispered that I was trouble. Then he flipped me onto all fours, and the angle made me gasp into the cushion, his hand flat between my shoulder blades. When he turned me over for the last stretch, I wrapped my legs around his back and he finished with a shaky exhale across my stomach, both of us laughing at how quiet the apartment suddenly felt.