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Kenzie sizes him up the second he steps inside. Oliver doesn’t smile, doesn’t flirt back, just keeps his hands in his pockets while she points out features and leans in too close. She brushes against him on the stairs, bends low at the kitchen island, waits for the heat to crack him open. Nothing. So she stops talking about square footage and drops to her knees instead. She palms his cock through his jeans, feels it twitch, then pulls him free. Her tongue works slow circles under the head before she sucks one of his balls into her mouth, humming when he finally lets out a breath. She switches to the other, rolling it gently, spit sliding down her chin. He stays quiet, but his hips roll forward. Kenzie stands, turns, bends over the counter. She reaches back, spreads herself, and tells him what she wants. He grips her ass, lines up, pushes in. She rocks back to take it deeper, ass clenching around him with every thrust. When he pulls out she spins around and sucks him clean, tasting herself on his skin. They move to the couch. She climbs over him, lowers her mouth to his cock while he buries his face between her thighs. Her lips stretch around him, his tongue works her open, both of them moving steady and wet. She grinds down when she comes, then swings around again. He spreads her cheeks, slides back inside, fucks her ass until he’s right there. He stays buried when he finishes, fills her, then pulls out slow. Kenzie reaches back, holds herself open, lets it drip. She looks over her shoulder, licks her fingers clean, and smiles like the house is already sold.