Real estate agent got screwed by buyer! [Anal]

The room’s stark white walls press in, reflecting the hard light off the marble floor, an ill-suited backdrop for the raw fucking unfolding. The estate agent’s skirt is hiked up, panties torn, and her ass is bare, slick, and gaping from the brutal fucking she’s enduring. The buyer, a rich prick, grunts with each thrust of his thick cock, face twisted in a grimace of lust and dominance. He’s not fucking her pussy; he’s hammering her ass, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing through the empty house. Her eyes are shut tight, tears streaming down her cheeks as she grips the edge of the desk, knuckles white. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She whimpers, but her body betrays her, pushing back against him, begging for more. The buyer leans in, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. “That’s it, bitch, take this cock up that tight ass.” He pounds harder, his balls slapping against her skin, the sound of dirty anal sex filling the room. She’s choking on her own moans, the pain and pleasure blending into a toxic mix that has her dripping. He pulls out suddenly, spitting on her asshole, rubbing his cockhead around the rim before slamming back in. She screams, a raw, primal sound that seems to shake the very foundations of the house.

The buyer’s hips piston, relentless, as he fucks the estate agent’s ass like it’s his last mission on earth. His sweat drops onto her back, mixing with hers, creating a sheen that glistens under the cold light. He reaches down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it roughly. She bucks against him, her body convulsing as an orgasm tears through her. He laughs, a dark, cruel sound, and pulls out, his cock glistening with her shit and lube. He strokes himself, his breath ragged, and then he comes, his hot cum splattering across her back, dripping down to mix with the filth on her thighs. She collapses onto the desk, her body shaking with sobs and aftermath. The buyer zips up, a satisfied smirk on his face, leaving her there, used and broken, in the stark, empty room.