Latina Real Estate Agent: Best Must-Have Exclusive

So my latina real estate agent had already dragged me through three condos that afternoon, each one worse than the last, and by the fourth showing I honestly wasn’t even looking at the listings anymore, just at her, petite and brunette with boots clicking across the tile and stockings peeking out under a skirt that definitely wasn’t office policy. She kept promising one more place off the highway, and when she turned the lock behind us I got this quiet feeling the tour had ended before it began. She sank to her knees on the hardwood and pulled me free, sloppy and eager, and I remember half-laughing to myself that this is not how you close a deal, but she clearly didn’t care about the deal anymore. We stumbled into the empty bedroom, doggystyle against the bare wall first, her breath hitching, my hands gripping her hips, then missionary on the floor with her boots still on. When she came she squirted across my stomach and just laughed, and I lay there on my back staring up at the popcorn ceiling, wondering how I’d ever sit through another open house without thinking about her.