Pantyhose Realtor

It’s the third time Kleio Valentien has shown this guy the same house, and he still won’t commit. Sitting on the edge of the bed in the master suite, she finally calls him out—he’s not here to buy, he’s here to stare at her legs.

She grabs his hand, places it on her nylon-covered thigh, and asks if he’s sure that’s not why he’s back again. He’s speechless. She pulls away with a smirk.

“If you want to keep touching, you’ll have to buy the house.”

He hesitates. So she ups the offer—letting him slide between her pantyhose-clad thighs, grinding and stroking as she teases him about closing the deal.

Still not ready? She layers thigh-highs and a garter belt on top, watching him fall apart. But he’s not allowed to finish until he signs. As he strokes harder, she hands him the contract and lets him release... all over her perfect legs.