The estate agent

The house tour's winding down in the living room when the clients drag their heels. 'Nice place,' they say, 'but that asking price is balls.' Jasmine locks eyes and grins. 'Maybe we can lower it,' she purrs, sinking straight to her knees. Two zips later she’s got their cocks out—already stiff and heavy—and wraps both hands around them, giving each a slow stroke. 'You do me a solid, I’ll knock a few thousand off for you,' she says, tongue flicking over her lower lip before it drags along one shaft. She switches, spits on the other, strokes them with a double-handed grip like she does it every showing. Pre-cum beads, her palms gliding fast and slick, the money talk mixing with low groans and the wet slap of skin on skin.