Housemates 3: Landlady - Chapter 1

Evelyn's dead set on rescuing Hannah from that bad-boy vibe Lucas is giving off. She's got this sly plan to bust them up. Spotting Lucas out back, sprawled shirtless and sunbathing like he owns the damn place, she grabs the sun lotion and goes for it. Her hands glide over his ripped, tattooed muscles—shoulders, chest, those hard abs—rubbing it in slow and teasing. She leans in close, locks eyes, and plants a hungry kiss right on his lips, betting she'll snag him for herself. But Hannah walks in at the worst moment. Lucas? Smooth as hell. He flashes that grin, spins some quick charm, and just like that, trouble's dodged. Hannah's not even mad—she's stripping off her top in a flash, eyes locked on him. Kneeling down, she wraps her hands around his thick, hard cock, stroking it firm and deliberate. Then her mouth takes over, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling like she can't get enough. It escalates fast. She kicks off her shorts, climbs on top, and sinks down onto his big dick with a gasp. Moaning low, she rides him hard—up and down, grinding her hips, chasing that sweet friction. She's no wallflower; bossy as fuck, she grabs his head and demands his tongue on her pussy. Lucas dives in, lapping at her clit while his strong hands knead her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples. Hannah's a writhing mess, bucking against his face, moans spilling out wild and needy.