You wanted a sexy Miami Florida realtor but had no idea who would show up. Hello, I am your realtor, Linsey Donovan.
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I’m Linsey Donovan, aka the sexy Miami Florida realtor but I am also a Penthouse Pet. With my long blonde hair cascading down my back and my piercing blue eyes, I know how to make an entrance. My body is the kind that stops traffic—those 36-24-36 curves are my secret weapon. And when it comes to dressing for success in the male-dominated world of luxury real estate, I’ve got it down to a tee—or rather, a sheer top and a mini skirt so short it’s practically illegal.
Today, I’m heading to a new client’s mansion, the kind of place that makes you feel like you’re in a different universe. The sun is beating down, but I’m unfazed. The heat is just another part of the thrill, especially when I know I’m dressed to kill. As I strut up the driveway in my sky-high heels, the sound of gravel crunching beneath my feet echoes through the palm-lined avenues. The mansion looms ahead, all gleaming glass and stark white walls, a beacon of opulence and temptation.
I’m greeted by you, a rich, older man with a look that says you have seen it all. You have the kind of tan that screams ‘money’ and a smile that makes me think your used to getting what you want. I offer my hand, feeling his eyes travel down to my chest before you take it. “Hello Sir,” I purr, my voice like honey,
You gesture for me to enter, your gaze lingering on my bare legs, and I know I’ve got your attention. The foyer is a symphony of marble and crystal, but all I can focus on is the way your eyes are devouring me. I let out a little giggle and lean in closer, whispering, “But before we start, I need to show you my credentials.” You frown, and I can tell your expecting the usual—a flash of a license or a quick recount of my sales history. But that’s not what I have in mind.
Slowly, I lift the hem of my skirt, revealing my toned thighs. Your breath hitches, and your grip tightens on my hand. “I assure you Sir,” I say with a smirk, “these are the most important credentials you’ll see today.” And with that, I pull the fabric higher, giving you a glimpse of the lacy panties that barely cover my ass. Your eyes widen, and the air in the room crackles with anticipation. This isn’t your typical real estate meeting, and we both know it.
We walk into a grand room with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the azure ocean. The waves crash against the shore, setting the mood for what’s about to unfold. “I hope you don’t mind,” I say sweetly, “but I find it’s always best to get…acquainted in a more intimate setting.” I can feel the heat of your stare as I saunter over to a plush leather sofa and gracefully lower myself onto it, the skirt riding up even further.
You follow me, your footsteps heavy and deliberate. “I suppose I should make sure you’re…qualified,” you say, your voice gruff with desire. I stand again, turning to face you, and this time, I remove the sheer top completely. Your eyes feast on my breasts, the nipples pebbled and begging for attention. “I’m more than qualified,” I murmur, cupping my breasts in my hands and giving them a squeeze.
You approach me, unable to resist the temptation. Your hands are firm and sure as they trace the outline of my body, and I lean into your touch, my skin singing with pleasure. Your thumbs graze my nipples, and I gasp, arching my back. “But what about the property?” you ask, your voice strained. I look up at you through my lashes, a seductive smile playing on my lips. “The property,” I reply, “can wait.”
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