Measure This

Kitana and Dominic show up house hunting with Boswell as their realtor. Dominic’s got his mind on square footage and property values. Kitana’s got her mind on whichever dick is closest. They step into some south-side spot and Dominic immediately claims the dungeon-looking room for an office, ruler in hand, clueless. Kitana clocks the bulge pitching a tent in Boswell’s pants and drags him off to the living room the second Dominic’s back is turned. She drops, yanks his zipper, and starts cramming that fat slab down her throat like it owes her rent. Boswell keeps stuttering about her husband, but Kitana’s already throat-deep and drooling on his balls. Dominic walks back in, stops, and just sighs. “Jesus, you couldn’t wait till you finished the waiter this morning?” Boswell realizes he’s safe—he’s got a cuckoldress on his hands, and Dominic’s front-row for the show. Boswell flips her onto the couch, slams that huge cock into her tight cunt and starts pounding like he’s trying to break it. Kitana’s moaning, then grabs her ankles and begs him to wreck her ass too. He hammers both holes while Dominic lounges, hard and grinning. When Boswell finally pulls out and paints her face and tits, Dominic doesn’t miss a beat—he dives face-first into her cum-filled pussy and starts slurping like it’s his job. House tour’s not done, but the deal’s already sealed.