Fucking For A Fixing

Cali Carter, that big-titted bombshell masseuse, drags her landlord Eric Masterson and the building super Derrick Pierce into her place for a little showdown. She struts through the apartment, pointing out every damn issue that needs fixing, while those two knuckleheads trail behind, eyes glued to her killer quads and that heart-shaped ass swaying like a siren's call. 'This bathtub's gotta go—swap it for a shower,' she demands, hands on hips. Eric flips the script, smirking as he pulls out the rental contract. 'Hold up, I'm checking this. I ain't footing the bill for your upgrades, and running a business here? That's against the rules.' He bounces to call his lawyer, leaving Cali and Derrick kicking back on the massage table, brainstorming their next move. Spotting Derrick's shoulders knotted up tighter than a sailor's knot, she grins. 'You look tense, big guy. Let me work those muscles out.' He shrugs off his clothes, grumbling, 'Shit, I don't get paid enough for the boss's bullshit.' As she kneads into his back, he chills and spills, 'Eric's a tough bastard, but he bends eventually.' She flips him over, slicks oil across his ripped chest, and purrs, 'Damn, you're built like a brick house.' Leaning in close, she asks one more time, 'Think we can cut a deal?' But now her hand's wrapped around his thickening cock, stroking slow, then her lips seal over the tip, sucking him deep with that naughty expertise. Eric bursts back in, jaw dropping. 'What the fuck? You turning this into a brothel?' Derrick stammers, 'Nah, boss, just negotiating.' Cali's eyes sparkle as she pops off Derrick's dick. 'Why don't you join the party? Threesome time.' Eric's resistance crumbles like cheap drywall—he lunges, grabs her massive tits, squeezing like they're his new best friends. He yanks down her jean shorts, spreads her cheeks, and dives in tongue-first, rimming her tight ass while she dives right back onto Derrick's shaft, slurping away. Eric lines up and slams into her dripping pussy from behind, pounding hard as she moans around Derrick's meat. They swap like pros—Derrick takes over, hoisting her up and pile-driving that pussy until she shatters, cumming with a wild scream. She drops to the floor, mounts Eric reverse cowgirl, bouncing on his cock like it's her throne, while Derrick feeds her his huge rod, gagging her throat with every thrust. Kneeling up, she jerks their throbbing cocks, teasing, 'Sign the papers first, boys—then paint me.' Eric caves, scribbles his okay, and they unleash, ropes of hot cum splattering her swollen tits in a sticky victory lap.