Obedient Landlord

Melony's six months behind. Jack bangs on the door, tall, bearded, dark suit, collecting cash that isn't there. She opens wearing that tight blouse and skirt, black hair loose. No money. She sees how his eyes lock on her chest and leans into the frame. One month off, she says, for one look at a tit. He swallows, nods. The blouse opens. He stares like he's starving. Next month rolls up and she's still empty-handed. Two months gone. She dangles the other breast. Deal. Buttons gone. He breathes like he's run a mile. By month four she's in full control, pushing, pulling fabric, never letting him touch. His knees buckle. He begs to do anything. She points to the floor. He drops. She plants her big ass right on his face, smothering him in heat and sweat. Smirks down. Tells him if he wants air he licks. He does. Tongue working. She rocks her hips, laughs low when he moans. Feet next, bare, damp from the day. She wipes them across his tongue, makes him suck each toe like they're candy. He gags, keeps going. Last demand. Free rent for good. He grunts yes into her skin. She swings a leg over, drops those heavy tits onto his face, seals every breath. He struggles, jerks, then goes still under her weight, lost and owned.