Rental Disagreement

Gia Derza's door buzzes, and there stands her landlord, Evan Stone, looking all business but with that easy smile they always share. They're cool with each other, but Evan cuts to the chase: 'We gotta talk.' He lays it out straight—he thinks she's running some side hustle from the apartment, which straight-up violates her lease. Gia owns up quick: yeah, she's slinging NURU massages right here in her place. Evan doesn't flinch. 'Cut it out, or you're out on your ass—eviction city.' Gia flashes that killer grin, dialing up the flirt like it's her superpower. She bats those lashes, purrs about how harmless it is, sweet-talking him to let her keep the gig going. Evan's not buying it fully, but damn, those hints of heat in his eyes say he's feeling the pull. She's got him hooked, just a little. Smart girl switches gears, cooing about how tense he looks and offering a quick massage to melt that stress away. Evan's all 'nah, I shouldn't,' but Gia's charm is a wrecking ball—he caves, can't say no to her vibe. She amps the flirt, dropping the bombshell: 'Gotta strip down for this, big guy. Wouldn't want that slippery NURU gel ruining our threads.' Evan's eyes lock on her curves, attraction hitting him like a freight train. He peels off his clothes, and she does the same, baring it all with a wink. He stretches out on the massage mattress, face down, and Gia gets to work, her hands gliding over his back, working out every knot with that expert touch. 'Flip over,' she murmurs, voice like velvet, 'time for the front.' He rolls, and boom—his cock springs to life, hard as hell. Gia spots her chance and pounces, wrapping her lips around him, sucking deep while she drags her full tits across his skin. He groans, loving every slick second. Before long, he's done holding back, slamming his cock into her with raw hunger. Gia's moans mix with his, and it's crystal clear: no eviction notice coming her way. She's sealed the deal, naughty style.