Black Latex
by LucyAnneThorn
Copyright© 2025 by LucyAnneThorn
BDSM Sex Story: Happily heterosexual Emma doesn't know what hit her when she encounters a woman - or is encountered by her - clad in a lewd latex outfit at a lesbian night club during her friend Ash's hen party. She somehow lets the woman do shocking things to her that shatter her self image, and she becomes obsessed with the dominant stranger whom she calls Black Latex in her mind and who is old enough to be her mother, unaware of the wild ride waiting for her. A kinky BDSM romance of sorts.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual DomSub FemaleDom Spanking Enema .
“Gosh, how lewd!” Ash drawled, pointing over my shoulder.
My head whipped around and I stared at the woman she was pointing at. Ash was right. The black latex dress was indecently tight. It clung to the woman’s voluptuous body like a second skin. Even from thirty feet away, I could make out the shape of her nipples in the strobe light. The latex hugged her lean neck, and the skirt part ended below her knees, but more black latex covered her legs. The only visible skin was that of her face, tanned and feminine. Shiny black hair cascaded down her shoulders. She looked around and stopped. I could feel her eyes on us, and I smacked Ash’s hand. I really loved her, but she was such a social klutz.
The woman started moving again, but I realized belatedly that she was still looking at us. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. Weird sensations traveled through my chest.
“Ash,” I gasped, then I realized that she had abandoned me.
The woman was within arm’s reach. She was a lot older than I had first thought, probably already in her forties. My mom’s age.
“What’s your name,” she asked, her eyes never straying, holding me captive, and stepped even closer into my personal space.
“E-emma,” I stammered. I finally managed to break the spell her eyes held, but then I lowered my gaze and saw her nipples, large and hard, and I looked upwards again, embarrassment burning on my cheeks, when my eyes were drawn to her black lips.
“I need to show you something, Emma,” she said.
I wanted to ask what she meant, but then her latex clad hand slipped down my arm and her fingers linked with mine. The smooth sensation startled me, and then I was walking behind her and tried not to trip when I matched her brisk pace.
I was only aware that she had pulled me into the handicapped restroom when she locked the door.
“I’m not like that,” I stammered, backing away until I hit the tiled wall.
“Not like what?” she asked, following me. A latex-clad thigh suddenly wedged my legs apart and pushed against my vulva. Black latex danced over my face and slid over my lips.
“Like-” I said, but my words were cut short when two smooth, shiny digits entered my mouth. I should have been appalled, but all I felt was a rush of sexual desire. Her fingers slid over my tongue, conquering my mouth, making it hers. It felt like sex had felt the first time, dirty and soiling me forever, and I failed to contain the deep moan.
The need in my voice startled me, and for a moment, I felt sanity take hold. I reached up for capture her wrists, but she sensed it, and then it were my own wrists caught in her hands. She lifted them above my head and pushed them against the wall, which was far too easy. Then her black lips descended on my gasping mouth and continued where her fingers had left off, plundering my mouth, forcing my tongue into submission.
“That’s it,” she gasped, breaking the kiss and staring me in the eyes. “Ride my thigh. Make yourself hot. Tell me when you’re about to burst.”
I should have felt embarrassed, but I couldn’t think. My soaked panties rubbed up and down her shiny thigh, and I worked myself into a frenzy.
“I’m going-” I cried out, and she yanked her leg away so I was humping dry air.
“No!” I cried out. I had never felt this needy before. I was just a large, hungry cunt yearning for release. “Please!”
“You want to cum?”
“Please!” I begged.
“I want to ruin your cunt.” Our gazes locked.
“Do it!” I demanded and shivered.
She reached down and gripped the top hem of my dress. Then she yanked, and a tearing sound filled the air. She yanked and tore, and yanked and tore, and my dress hung in tatters at my side. My breath was flying. This was madness, and yet I couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it. She yanked my bra down so my breasts spilled over the cups. She yanked on the crotch of my panties and I cried out in pain when the strap dug between my butt cheeks. It snapped, and my naked ass bounced hard against the tiles. At last, she pulled up her skirt and gripped the massive dildo dangling from her crotch. Of course it was black and shiny.
“What am I going to do?” she asked, sliding the smooth, fat tip up and down between my labia, almost driving me crazy.
“Ruin my cunt!” I whimpered.
“That’s right, Emma.”
I looked down, and I was trembling all over when she finally pointed the black latex monster home and stretched her legs. For a moment, it felt like I was lifted upward by my cunt, then the entrance to my vagina started to stretch. The latex cock was so much fatter than anything I had had in there before, and the sight of the bulbous head slowly vanishing inside me was breathtaking.
“It hurts,” I gasped, arching my back. “Hurts so good!”
“Do the rest,” she demanded. “Ruin yourself on my cock.”
A whining sound escaped my throat, but somehow I couldn’t refuse her. I relaxed my already shaking knees and slid deeper, quarter inch by quarter inch, the monster filling me to my very limit. I heard myself grunt and moan and utter nonsense, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. Then our pelvises met. I’d taken it all!
“Up!” she ordered.
The bulbous head dragging outwards was a wholly different sensation.
She let me move until only the tip stayed inside me, then she pushed home hard, and it felt like a punch in the guts at first, then it turned to intense pleasure. “Can you feel it?”
“You’re ruining me!” I whimpered.
The black latex cock slowly dragged out, then pushed back forcefully.
Out of the blue, I was cumming. My pussy was trying and failing to clench down on the fat intruder. She sensed it and started hammering my cunt, fucking me through a serious of orgasms that left me unable to stand on my own.
She finally pulled out, and I slid down the wall.
“Wait!” I cried out when adjusted her dress and walked to the door. “Don’t go! Please!”
But she shook her head, unlocked the door and stepped outside.
~~~
That’s how Ash found me, my pussy swollen and gaping, my clothes in tatters, a sheen of sweating coating my skin.
She looked concerned at first, then angry. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Yeah,” I said and looked down at my ruined cunt.
That set her off, and she bent over laughing.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered.
“It’s alright.” She lifted her skirt and sat on the toilet. “It’s time to go home anyway.”
“I should have stayed with you. It’s your hen party.”
“Jules and Anne did tequila shots and are barely coherent. Ally let a butch dyke take her home. You at least can still talk to me.”
A dry laugh bubbled up from deep inside me. “Talk, yes,” I observed. “Walk, I’m not sure.” I pulled my legs under me with a groan. Small stabs of pain shot through my pussy, but I managed to get on all fours. I took a deep breath and adjusted my bra. The dress was beyond salvaging, but I needed something to cover my lower body, so I took it off, wrapped it sideways around my lower body and rolled the upper edge like a bath towel.
“You’re always so quiet and innocent,” Ash said, wiping herself.
“It’s always the quiet ones.” We stared at each for a few seconds, then we exploded in fresh laughter. It hurt a little, but I couldn’t stop for ages.
Ash helped me stand after she washed her hands, and I gripped her hand to keep me steady when we left the restroom.
I tried to find Black Latex, but she was nowhere to be seen. We picked up Jules and Anne and half carried them outside.
“Wha’s that?” Jules slurred, tugging on the remains of my dress. Then she poked my breast. “Is it bikini time?” Then she giggled and forgot her question.
~~~
Visiting the lesbian club for Ash’s hen party had been Ally’s idea, and in hindsight, it was probably a rather self-serving one. The others had fun, though, and I – well, I had a blast. Ash was married to Josh by now and away on her honeymoon. Ally acted like nothing happened at the club and she didn’t know a thing about lesbians. Jules and Anne remembered entering the club and not much more.
While the regulars had seen her a few times, nobody seemed to know my black latex goddess. I spent every moment they were open waiting and fretting. I had to break up with Phil a few days ago because our sex felt shallow, and it hurt both of us, but I couldn’t put on a charade.
I had given up hope and ordered a Mojito when it happened. My gaze strayed towards the door, and there she was, just like last time, all black and shiny and confident. I almost jumped up to make a fool of myself, but then I managed to reign in my emotions and wiggled out of the booth. I quickly walked towards her before she could find a different target.
The moment I stood before I, I felt like back in the restroom, and I fell into her large, dark eyes. “I missed you!” I gasped.
She tilted her head, and a mirthful smile danced over her shiny black lips.
“Who missed me?” she asked.
I was puzzled for a moment, but I somehow understood. “My cunt missed you.” I took a shaking breath. “Every single moment of every day.”
Gosh, she was so beautiful when she threw her head back and laughed. “Your cunt’s fucking in love with me?” she asked cruelly.
“I can’t help it!” I whined.
“No,” she chuckled and put her gloved hand my cheek. “You really can’t help it.”
I leaned into the smooth caress and bit my lip.
“But your cunt is already ruined,” she said softly, pulling me into her embrace. “I came here to ruin a cunt, Emma. It’s what really turns me on. But yours is already ruined.”
I sniffled. “M-maybe afterwards?” I asked. My voice sounded thin and whiny.
She laughed again, and it felt like she was squeezing my heart in her shiny, smooth hand. A tear trickled down my cheek.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “You’ve got it bad.”
Didn’t I know that.
“This is crazy!” she suddenly said. “I really shouldn’t do this.”
I stiffened, readying myself for a rejection that would render my heart in two, but she took my chin in her smooth fingers and made me look at her. “I’m going to take you home.”
The breath I had been holding rushed from my lungs, and I had to draw in air before I could ask, “For real?”
“I’ll probably rue it,” she said and took my hand.
I followed her like a lamb, out of the club and across the parking lot. The old, pink Chevy somehow clashed with the smooth, dark image, yet it fit too. I climbed inside and finally allowed myself to feel the excitement.
She giggled and started the car.
“I don’t even know your name,” I observed.
She laughed softly. “Oh my god, you really don’t. And yet you came looking for me.”
“I called you Black Latex in my head.”
“Is that one of your kinks?”
I frowned for a moment. “Maybe. I didn’t know.” I quickly realized how that sounded. “I love your eyes.”
That made her laugh again. “Gosh, you’re so sweet.”
“Is that good or bad?” Sweet was usually far removed from desirable.
“It’s good,” she hastened to assure me. “Do you do that often?”
“Do what often?”
“Hook up with other women.”
A heated blush spread over my cheek. “You were my first woman.”
The car swerved, and I cried out, but she kept us on the road somehow. “Wow,” she said. “Sorry. I didn’t expect that.”
“We were there for Ash’s hen party,” I told her, feeling that I needed to give her more background.
“So you were cis until you met me?”
“I’d never done anything with a girl. I had a boyfriend until a few days ago. We had been going steady since senior year.”
The tires suddenly screeched, and I had to prop myself up on the dashboard. “Oh fuck!” she gasped and stared at me. “Listen, Emma, I know I came on strong, but I thought you knew what you were doing. I didn’t mean to-”
My chest felt like in a vise, but I pushed through the panic. “I ruined myself on your latex cock. Willingly. You remember?”
“Fuck!” she cried out and hit the steering wheel, but after a few deep breaths, she put the car back into gear.
We rode in silence for another ten minutes, then she pulled up to a nice suburban house. I walked behind her to the door and watched her unlock it. “Fuck,” she said once more and turned to me. “This is messed up. You’re going to meet Kara.”
“Who’s Kara?”
“My wife.”
I felt like she punched my guts, and I had to grip her arm to keep standing. Nothing made sense. A knife seemed to pierce my heart.
She took my wrist and removed my hand from her arm, sliding her latex-clad fingers between mine again, which was too intimate and worsened my confusion. We walked through a nice, modern coat room and into a spacious living room.
“Already back?” a melodic voice said, and then I saw Kara rise from a couch, tall and lithe and fit, her slick blond hair cascading down to her butt, wearing nothing but a short, pink camisole and matching panties, and matching lipstick and nail polish too. “Oh!” she gasped when her eyes fell on me. She looked like a former supermodel, like one of these Nordic goddesses.
“Sorry, I should have warned you,” Black Latex said. “This is Emma, the girl I met three weeks ago.”
Kara stepped around the couch and stopped in front of me. “Did you bring her back for me?”
My mouth suddenly grew dry, and I felt like a deer in the headlights when she looked me up and down.
“Emma hadn’t done anything with a girl before I introduced her to the monster,” Black Latex said. My cheeks started burning, and the heat traveled down my cleavage. “She broke up with her high school sweetheart for me.”
Kara’s head turned to her wife. “Fuck, Isha, what did you do?”
“She couldn’t know!” I yelped. “It’s not her fault.”
She took a deep breath to calm herself. I mean, I totally got why this was messed up. “What’s supposed to happen now?” she asked warily.
A wicked, crazy idea suddenly popped up in my head. I tried to quench it, but it kept coming back, and heat suddenly pooled between my thighs at the thought. “She ruined me, now she has to keep me. She has enslaved my cunt. I’ll do anything she wants me to.”
Crystal clear blue eyes stared deeply into mine for ages. I felt utterly naked despite wearing clothes. “Anything?” she finally asked.
I didn’t dare and release the swarm of butterflies that was dancing in my chest yet. “Anything at all,” I confirmed softly.
“That could be a lot.”
“I’ll do it,” I promised.
“We’re two old dykes, each with a bunch of nasty kinks, honey.”
“You’re not old.”
“I think we’re both old enough to be your moms,” Kara said with a chuckle. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two,” I admitted.
“See?” she asked. “Twice as old.”
“I don’t care. You’re both beautiful. Like goddesses.”
She stared hard at me, but her expression softened after a while. Kara touched my cheek. “You mean it,” she whispered, and her voice was full of astonishment, which made no sense to me. “You really want us.”
Her thumb slid over my lips, and the gesture was so intimate and soft that all dams around my emotions broke. I felt giddy and needy and loving and deeply touched. A tear suddenly trickled down my cheek.
“Hey,” Kara said softly and pulled me against her, rubbing my back. A weird mixture of sob and laughter bubbled from my lips, and I wrapped my arms around her.
I had no idea how it happened. We hugged, and she rubbed my back, and then her camisole’s strap had slid down and exposed her perfect, slightly dropping breast, and my lips found her nipple and I kissed it. It was warm and crinkled and stiffened between my lips.
Then I sunk to the floor and lay on my back, and I watched in awe when the beautiful blond woman straddled me and pulled her panties aside to allow my novice mouth to worship these beautiful, glistening folds. Her musky, heady taste soon filled my mouth while my tongue danced through her folds, and she made the most beautiful sounds.
My panties went missing, but I barely noticed. Then I gasped into Kara’s wet pussy when a warm, fluttery sensation set my own pussy on fire. Soon, we were both moaning. When her eyes glazed over and she started trembling, it was so beautiful that it set me off too, and we came together in a symphony of lust.
I didn’t really remember how I ended up naked on a large bed, with Kara at my side, her eyes watching mine, her fingers dancing over my needy vulva, making me twitch and moan and giggle. I did remember Kara telling Isha that she wanted to watch it, but I was too spaced out from my climax to connect the dots.
Now, though, it became clear. Isha wiggled between my spread legs. She had taken off the dress, and I could finally see her perfect, large breasts for real. Her hands and legs were still wrapped in shiny black latex, and the monster dangled from her crotch, just as large and terrifying as the last time.
“I want you to only look at me,” Kara said, guiding my head towards her.
Our gazes met, and my heart fluttered. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I was somehow falling for both of them, falling hard and deep. Isha folded my legs back, and Kara smiled when my eyes widened. The monster entered me with the same slow but relentless pressure as last time, stretching my pussy to its limits, making me ride that precarious edge between discomfort and pleasure once again.
“This is so hot,” Kara whispered. Her moist fingers slid over my breasts now, sending sparks through my skin and making me arch my back. “Isha’s going to ruin your tight cunt even more, Emma. After tonight, it will be hers forever. And I’ll ruin your mouth. I’ll ride your pretty, innocent face and fill you with my taste until it’s all you can think about. I’ll own your mouth.”
“Forever?” I squeaked when Isha pushed hard and filled my helpless cunt with the monster, propelling me towards my climax.
“Forever and ever,” Kara promised and crawled up to straddle me.
I soon screamed my release into her tangy pussy, but they didn’t stop.
~~~
I stumbled awkwardly down the stairs. The shower had rejuvenated me a bit, but my pussy felt incredibly sore. Yet I made it all the way and plopped down on the couch across from my lovers. I had put on the camisole Kara had laid out for me, but there was no way I was wearing panties right now.
“Are you in pain?” Isha asked. I could hear that she was trying to sound cool, but there was a hint of worry.
“The best pain,” I said. “I’m all fucked out.”
Kara laughed softly.
My gaze roamed over Isha. She had taken off the latex and wore short, green pajamas now. She still looked sexy like hell.
“Is this going to get awkward?” she asked after the silence stretched for minutes.
“It shouldn’t,” I said. “I just had the best time of my life.”
“That’s what worries me.” She got up and walked around the coffee table, then sat down sideways next to me. “This was fast and intense, and emotions are all over the place. Sex like that gets in your head.”
“And in your heart.”
She frowned and closed her eyes. I watched her take a few slow breaths. “That too,” she agreed. “But we barely know you, and you barely know us.”
There was a whiny, juvenile voice inside me that wanted to scream that it didn’t care, but I quenched it. “My world has been put upside down.” I forced myself to look her in these dark, beautiful eyes and struggled not to lose myself. “In the best way possible. But you’re right. We know nothing about each other.”
We talked. I learned that Isha taught senior year in high school. Kara actually used to model and she still did the odd gig, but her real job was selling houses.
I spilled the beans about my sorry state of life, getting kicked from a catholic college after getting caught smoking weed, getting a job as an office gopher for three months until the company folded unexpectedly because the CEO siphoned all the money to a Caribbean island, and finally ending up waitressing and working the coffee machine. The rent was eating almost everything I earned, and I had perhaps two months until I had to come crawling back to my parents.
“So that’s it,” I said. “Emma, the failure. Hell, I even had a boyfriend for years because I was too dumb to realize I’m really into women.”
Isha laughed for a second, but she quickly turned serious. “It’s not all about endless sex,” she said. There was suddenly a tinge of sadness in her eyes. “Life doesn’t just-”
“Shut up!” Kara snapped, startling both of us. She got up and walked in front of us. “You,” she said sharply, pointing at Isha, “cut it with the drama. And you,” her finger moved to me, “quit your pity party. You agreed that Isha owns your cunt and I own your sweet mouth, so we’re cashing in now. We’re going to get dressed, rent a U-haul and fetch your stuff. I need a gopher to clean the houses and decorate before I take my clients there. I’ll run your scrawny ass ragged, but you’ll make some real money and, over time, you can learn the ins and out of an estate agent. You’ll sign up for community college and get a business certification. And you.” She turned back to Isha. “I’ve seen how you look at her. If I wasn’t as sure as I am about our relationship, I’d be dying from jealousy. But we’ve been through too much shit to turn this into a drama. I can see you’re falling for her, and I can see myself falling for her. We’ll love her and fuck her and help her grow.”
Isha’s eyes were wide as saucers, and her chest was heaving. I had thought that she was the aggressive one in their relationship, but she caved easily. Her eyes suddenly got misty. “You’ve no idea how much I love you, Kara,” she whispered, and tears streaked down her tanned cheeks. I watched Kara reach out and pull her upright, and something got stuck in my own eyes when I watched them kiss with incredible tenderness.
~~~
The rest of the weekend went by in a whirlwind of activity. We rented a transporter, bought boxes and sorted my whole life into them. With anybody else, I would have been deadly embarrassed to let them sort through my belongings. Well, I still was deadly embarrassed, but something compelled me to let them.
There was only one moment where it almost got too much. I went into my bedroom, and Isha was emptying my socks and stockings drawer into a box when she found my latest acquisition.
I froze when she held up the shiny, black butt plug.
She turned around and our eyes met.
“I just bought it a few days ago,” I quickly assured her. “I’ve never...” My words suddenly got stuck in my throat when she ran her fingers up and down the bulbous shape.
“It’s a small one,” she observed and walked towards me. “Perfect to start your training.”
Suddenly, I was pressed against the door frame, and our bodies were touching. I felt like that night in the restroom, going from zero to aroused out of my mind. Isha grinned and slid the tip of the plug over my lips. My eyes widened.
“Open up,” she whispered.
This was filthy. My lips parted, and a soft moan escaped my throat when she slid the egg-shaped thing that was supposed to go into my ass into my mouth instead like an over-sized, nasty pacifier.
I was trembling and unable to move when she went back to packing.
“Emma?”
My head jerked around, and I felt like dying when Kara stared at me and covered her mouth.
“We’re not here to play dirty games,” she growled and walked over. She pulled the plug from my mouth, and then she shocked me by betraying her words. She pulled away my shorts and panties, and I yelped when she pushed the plug against my vagina’s opening. Holding my gaze, she pushed it into my pussy and let the waistbands snap back into place. “Now stop lazing about,” she snapped, and my knees buckled a little.
~~~
I was burning bridges. It might not have been the best idea, but I was exhausted from moving and relieved that everything was sorted out. I had given my notice, paid the remaining rent and handed over the keys. Kara had reminded me to put a notice on the letterbox until I could get a mail redirection at the PO. My clothes were all neatly stowed in the spare bedroom, and the important stuff all found a place as well. The rest was in the basement. We had just finished eating pizza when Mom called.
“No, I’m not going to appeal to the college,” I told her. “I’ll sign up at community college for a business degree.”
“I don’t care about that.”
“No, I don’t need your money. I’ve canceled my lease and moved out.”
“Tell Phil I’m sorry, but it’s not working. It’s not him, and I’ve already told him a number of times. I know that’s a poor consolation, but it’s the truth. He’s a great guy and any woman will be lucky to have him.”
“The hell, stop giving him hope! I’ll never go back to him.”
“Fuck you, Mom! I’ve moved in with a lesbian couple, if you want details, and I’m having the greatest sex of my life. I love munching on a dripping pussy. It’s the best-”
I had to move the phone away because the busy signal was so loud.
“I guess that went well,” Kara observed.
I couldn’t help it. It started as giggles, but after a minute, I was laughing and crying so hard it hurt. Kara pulled me into her embrace, and Isha stroked my hair.
“It’s official now,” I said when I managed to calm down. “I’m totally, utterly yours now.”
“What are we going to do with you?” Kara asked in mock exasperation.
“I’ve got an idea there,” Isha said, slipping a hand inside the back of my shorts and running a finger down my ass cleft until it rested on my pucker.
I turned my head and met her gaze. “You’ll go slowly?” I asked.
“Have I ever been rough with you?”
My attempt to come up with a witty response was cut short when she mashed her lips over mine, and I melted into her kiss.
“She’s soon going to own your ass as well,” Kara whispered, then she wiggled her tongue into my ear conch, and the smacking, tickling, wet sensation gave me goosebumps all over and nearly made me faint.
She already did. Own me, I mean. They both did. That didn’t mean I couldn’t goad them, so I pulled away and stared hard into Isha’s eyes. “You need to ruin my ass, goddess Isha,” I whispered. “You need to conquer it and make it forever yours.”
The hunger that darkened her eyes made her even more beautiful. She was trembling with need just like I was. I looked at Kara, poised and calm on the outside, and I spotted the tightening of the sinews along her neck. “I want to film it,” she said. “I want to capture every moment when she opens your tight ass. I want to be able to watch the nasty arousal and the struggle when it hurts. I want to be able to replay your submission to Isha’s fingers and plugs and finally, the monster.”
I had a weird epiphany at that moment, and a delicious shiver traveled up my spine, so intense that a soft moan flowed over my lips. “I really am,” I gasped, astonished and strangely content.
“You’re what?” Kara asked.
“Your submissive.” We looked into each others eyes for ages, and it wasn’t the least bit awkward. Then I looked at Isha and saw the warm smile.
It felt so natural, like a dance we had practiced a thousand times. Their hands pushed lightly on my shoulders, and I got onto my knees. Kara stepped out of her shorts and guided my head towards her meaty pussy lips. Her clit was already peeking a little out of its hood. When my tongue slid between her soft folds, Isha kissed my neck from behind, and our moans became one.
~~~
The two years had flown by. I ran a finger over the black choker, the closest thing to a collar I could wear in public. I put away the cleaning stuff and put the bowl with fruit onto the counter. Kara would arrive in ten minutes and give the clients a tour, so I wrote her a quick message that everything was done and heading home.
“I want you to stay,” she wrote back.
“Why?” I texted.
“You’ll see. Sit on the couch and wait for us.”
Something fishy was going on, but I did as told. It took almost half an hour until they arrived. The clients were a good looking women about Kara’s age in a sharp business outfit, and who I figured had to be her daughter, not much younger than I was, wearing a summer dress and looking irritated.
“This is Emma,” Kara said to the pair. “Don’t mind her. This is, as you can see, the living room. The patio doors fold away to the outside, so it’s really airy in the summer. The kitchen over here has been redone recently with a state of the art induction stove, a steam cooker and a classic oven.”
They walked up the stairs. The mother was appreciative, but the daughter soon started complaining. The bathtub was too small. She didn’t like the carpet. She wanted to get to the roof terrace from the bedroom. She was an entitled bitch. It took ages until they were done and back in the living room.
“It’s listed for seven-hundred-fifty,” Kara told them. “I’m willing to go down to seven-hundred straight for you.”
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