Real Estate Cougar Gets An Accidental Gangbang From Eager Homebuyers

Syren smoothed down her skirt, a nervous flutter in her chest. This open house was crucial. She'd poured her heart and soul into staging this place. She glanced at Jack Vegas, a potential buyer with eyes that lingered a little too long, and gave him a professional smile.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, gesturing towards the sun-drenched living room. “Original hardwood floors, updated kitchen…”

Jack smirked. “I’m more interested in the original…assets. Like those big tits,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. Syren felt a blush creep up her neck. This was getting uncomfortable, fast. She tried to deflect, but another man, John Strong, stepped closer.

“We all are,” he added, his eyes glued to her cleavage. Suddenly, she was surrounded. Donny Sins, who’d been quietly observing, reached out and cupped her breast. Syren gasped.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, trying to pull away. But it was too late. Jack was kissing her roughly, forcing her back against the wall. Rough sex wasn't exactly in her job description. John unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lace bra. She struggled, a mix of fear and a strange, forbidden thrill coursing through her. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Soon, they were tearing at her clothes, their hands everywhere. She moaned, a sound that was half protest, half surrender. One of the men pulled her to the floor, the others following. It was a frenzy of bodies, a chaotic dance of desire. She felt Jack’s lips on her, sucking hard, as John went down on her. The humiliation was intense, yet she was also starting to enjoy it.

Then came the double penetration, stretching her beyond anything she’d ever imagined. The pain was sharp, but the pleasure was undeniable. Syren cried out, her body writhing in ecstasy. The gangbang escalated, a raw primal experience. Someone pulled her hair back roughly, forcing her face up for a blowjob. She felt a surge of pleasure as she took him deep, gagging slightly. He moaned, grabbing her head and thrusting harder.

Finally, the release came, a tidal wave of orgasms. The men groaned and shuddered, their bodies collapsing onto hers. One of them, it must have been Donny, cum on face as if it was a normal part of the scene. She tasted his cum, and she swallowed, surprised at her own boldness.

She lay there, panting, a sticky mess of sweat and semen. The men pulled away, looking at her with a mixture of triumph and shame. Syren slowly sat up, adjusting her torn clothes. She looked at them, and a strange smile played on her lips. “So,” she said, her voice husky. “Are you still interested in buying the house?”