Bailey Santanna’s sleazy landlord is pissed off. The apartment complex he runs is a dump. Making things worse, Bailey’s behind on the rent. In her defense, a girl needs to invest her money in more worthwhile things, such as bras, hot clothes and high heels, instead of throwing it out on rent. He furiously knocks on Bailey’s door. She gets off the phone to open it, dressed in a low-cut top and a tight bra that pushes her tits up and out. That doesn’t interest him as he screams about the trash in the hallway and her being three months past due.
Bailey begs off, saying she doesn’t have the money or another place to go. She drops to her knees, a tactic that gives him an even better view of her impressive cleavage. “A woman on her knees?! What kind of place am I running here?” he hollers. Bailey is unstoppable. She strokes his pants and begs him, dropping her top to show her hooter holster. That does it. In one second, he’s squeezing one of her girls with a boob-itchy hand. “I think we can ‘cum’ to an understanding,” Bailey suggests.
“Playin’ with these might give ya a couple of weeks here!” says the landlord, already breaking the payments down. Bailey’s aggressive, and takes matters into her own hands, opening his fly and taking his cock out of his pants so she can give him a grade-A, hands-free blow job as she frees her tits from their prison of fabric. They adjorn to the living room couch for a quality tit-fucking and a pussy slam-bam. Makes you want to go into property management, doesn’t it? But how many tenants would you get like Bailey? Not many! She’s special!