Dad’s old girlfriend showed the empty flat in that tight suit. She hesitated when I pulled her close—said it was wrong. I offered more than the asking price if she let me have her. She swallowed, nodded. I hiked her skirt, bent her over the kitchen table, and fucked her dripping cunt until she squirted down her thighs. Then I pushed into her tight ass while she whimpered and came again. She dropped to her knees, mouth open, and I painted her face. We stood there panting, deal sealed. The apartment was mine. So was she.