Jasmine was lounging on her sofa, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and a pair of silk shorts that barely covered her ass. The summer heat had made it impossible to wear anything more, and she didn’t mind the freedom, especially since she had the apartment to herself. She was scrolling through her phone, letting the faint breeze from the open window brush against her skin, when there was a knock at the door. She frowned, glancing at the clock. Who could that be? She wasn’t expecting anyone. Reluctantly, she padded to the door, her bare feet whispering against the cool hardwood floor. She peered through the peephole and sighed. It was Mr. Jones, her landlord. He was an older man, always lingering a little too long during his visits, his eyes always seeming to wander where they shouldn’t. She hesitated, but curiosity—and the fear of him coming back later unannounced—made her unlock the door.“Mr. Jones,” she said, forcing a polite smile as she opened the door just enough to peek out. “What brings you by?”He grinned, his yellowed teeth slightly crooked, his eyes immediately dropping to her chest. “Just doing my rounds, sweetheart. Wanted to check in, see how things are holding up in here.” His voice was thick with something that made her skin crawl, but she stepped aside, letting him in.“Everything’s fine,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest as he wandered into the living room, his eyes scanning the space like he was inspecting it for more than just maintenance issues. “Good, good,” he murmured, stopping near the sofa. He turned to face her, his gaze lingering on her body. “You know, Jasmine, you’re looking… real good.”She shifted uncomfortably, her arms tightening over her chest. “Thanks. Is there something you need to look at, or…?”He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. “You know, I’ve always admired you. A woman with your… assets. You’re a sight to behold.”Her stomach churned, but before she could reply, his hand reached out, brushing against her arm. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. “Mr. Jones—” she started, but he cut her off.“Let me just take a closer look,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. Before she could react, his hands were on her shoulders, and he was pulling her toward him. She stumbled slightly, her arms falling to her sides as his fingers slid down to her waist, then lower, gripping her hips firmly.“What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice trembling. But despite the unease twisting in her gut, there was a flicker of something else—something dark and electric—that made her hesitate. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he muttered, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in closer. His hands slid up her sides, beneath her tank top, and she gasped as his rough palms brushed against the soft skin of her stomach. “About you.”She wanted to push him away, to tell him to stop, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened under the fabric of her tank top, and a shiver ran down her spine as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive areolas through the thin material.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his mouth finding the curve of her shoulder as he bit down gently, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, her head falling back as he lifted her tank top, exposing her full, round breasts. His eyes darkened as he took them in, his hands squeezing them roughly.“Mr. Jones… this isn’t—” she started again, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips crashing against hers with a desperate hunger. She whimpered into his mouth, her body arching into his touch as his hands kneaded her breasts, his thumbs circling her areolas until they were taut and aching.“You want this,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her tightly against him. She could feel the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against her core, and a surge of heat flooded between her legs. “I…” she hesitated, but her body was already responding, her hips grinding against him instinctively. “That’s it,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he backed her toward the sofa. Her legs hit the edge, and she collapsed onto the cushions, her chest heaving as he loomed over her. He wasted no time, pushing her legs apart and climbing on top of her, his hands immediately going back to her breasts as he took one nipple into his mouth.She cried out, her fingers tangling in his thinning hair as he sucked and teased her sensitive flesh. His tongue swirled around her areola before flicking over the peak of her nipple, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. He moved to the other breast, repeating the motion until she was squirming beneath him, her pussy dripping with need.“Please,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against him as he ground his cock against her soaked panties.“Please what?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal as he pulled back slightly to look at her.“Please… fuck me,” she breathed, the words slipping out before she could stop them. His eyes darkened with lust, and he quickly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard cock. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, tossing them aside before lining himself up with her entrance.“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, pressing the tip of his cock against her slick folds. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.“Fuck,” she moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him as he began to move. His thrusts were rough and relentless, each one driving deeper as he pounded into her with a primal urgency. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he reached down to cup them again, squeezing and pinching her nipples as he fucked her hard.“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his pace quickening as he drove into her over and over again. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the apartment as she clung to him, lost in the sensations coursing through her body. The sound of a key turning in the front door shattered the moment. Mr. Jones froze, his cock still buried inside her as they both turned toward the noise.“Jasmine? Are you home?” called Karen’s voice from the entryway.His eyes locked with hers, a wicked grin spreading across his face as

Jasmine, lounging at home in minimal clothing, answers the door to find her landlord, Mr. Jones, who makes inappropriate comments and advances. Despite her initial discomfort, Jasmine gives in to Mr. Jones' advances and they have sex on the sofa. They are interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the front door as Karen, presumably Jasmine's roommate, returns home.

Jasmine was lounging on her sofa, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and a pair of silk shorts that barely covered her ass. The summer heat had made it impossible to wear anything more, and she didn’t mind the freedom, especially since she had the apartment to herself. She was scrolling through her phone, letting the faint breeze from the open window brush against her skin, when there was a knock at the door. 

She frowned, glancing at the clock. _Who could that be?_ She wasn’t expecting anyone. Reluctantly, she padded to the door, her bare feet whispering against the cool hardwood floor. She peered through the peephole and sighed. It was Mr. Jones, her landlord. He was an older man, always lingering a little too long during his visits, his eyes always seeming to wander where they shouldn’t. She hesitated, but curiosity—and the fear of him coming back later unannounced—made her unlock the door.

“Mr. Jones,” she said, forcing a polite smile as she opened the door just enough to peek out. “What brings you by?”

He grinned, his yellowed teeth slightly crooked, his eyes immediately dropping to her chest. “Just doing my rounds, sweetheart. Wanted to check in, see how things are holding up in here.” His voice was thick with something that made her skin crawl, but she stepped aside, letting him in.

“Everything’s fine,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest as he wandered into the living room, his eyes scanning the space like he was inspecting it for more than just maintenance issues. 

“Good, good,” he murmured, stopping near the sofa. He turned to face her, his gaze lingering on her body. “You know, Jasmine, you’re looking… _real_ good.”

She shifted uncomfortably, her arms tightening over her chest. “Thanks. Is there something you need to look at, or…?”

He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. “You know, I’ve always admired you. A woman with your… _assets_. You’re a sight to behold.”

Her stomach churned, but before she could reply, his hand reached out, brushing against her arm. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. 

“Mr. Jones—” she started, but he cut her off.

“Let me just take a closer look,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. Before she could react, his hands were on her shoulders, and he was pulling her toward him. She stumbled slightly, her arms falling to her sides as his fingers slid down to her waist, then lower, gripping her hips firmly.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice trembling. But despite the unease twisting in her gut, there was a flicker of something else—something dark and electric—that made her hesitate. 

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he muttered, his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in closer. His hands slid up her sides, beneath her tank top, and she gasped as his rough palms brushed against the soft skin of her stomach. “About you.”

She wanted to push him away, to tell him to stop, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened under the fabric of her tank top, and a shiver ran down her spine as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive areolas through the thin material.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his mouth finding the curve of her shoulder as he bit down gently, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, her head falling back as he lifted her tank top, exposing her full, round breasts. His eyes darkened as he took them in, his hands squeezing them roughly.

“Mr. Jones… this isn’t—” she started again, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips crashing against hers with a desperate hunger. She whimpered into his mouth, her body arching into his touch as his hands kneaded her breasts, his thumbs circling her areolas until they were taut and aching.

“You want this,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her tightly against him. She could feel the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against her core, and a surge of heat flooded between her legs. 

“I…” she hesitated, but her body was already responding, her hips grinding against him instinctively. 

“That’s it,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he backed her toward the sofa. Her legs hit the edge, and she collapsed onto the cushions, her chest heaving as he loomed over her. He wasted no time, pushing her legs apart and climbing on top of her, his hands immediately going back to her breasts as he took one nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, her fingers tangling in his thinning hair as he sucked and teased her sensitive flesh. His tongue swirled around her areola before flicking over the peak of her nipple, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. He moved to the other breast, repeating the motion until she was squirming beneath him, her pussy dripping with need.

“Please,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against him as he ground his cock against her soaked panties.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal as he pulled back slightly to look at her.

“Please… fuck me,” she breathed, the words slipping out before she could stop them. His eyes darkened with lust, and he quickly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard cock. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, tossing them aside before lining himself up with her entrance.

“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, pressing the tip of his cock against her slick folds. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him as he began to move. His thrusts were rough and relentless, each one driving deeper as he pounded into her with a primal urgency. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he reached down to cup them again, squeezing and pinching her nipples as he fucked her hard.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his pace quickening as he drove into her over and over again. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the apartment as she clung to him, lost in the sensations coursing through her body. 

The sound of a key turning in the front door shattered the moment. Mr. Jones froze, his cock still buried inside her as they both turned toward the noise.

“Jasmine? Are you home?” called Karen’s voice from the entryway.

His eyes locked with hers, a wicked grin spreading across his face as

Jasmine, a young woman, receives an unexpected visit from her landlord, Mr. Jones, a creepy older man who has always had a questionable interest in her.  He makes unwanted advances and Jasmine, despite her initial reluctance, finds herself drawn into a heated and rough sexual encounter on her sofa.  The session is interrupted when Karen, the property manager, arrives unexpectedly, adding a thrilling and nerve-wracking element to the situation.

Jasmine's Forbidden Heat with the Landlord

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