[Riverside 48, Robertson Quay]
The room reverberated with lusty grunts and impassioned moans. The middle-aged woman’s blouse was unbuttoned, exposing her ample belly and voluminous chest. Her short skirt was pulled up above her waist.
Arno held her thick legs apart with her laced panty snagged around one ankle, and the bed rocked and creaked as he pummeled her mercilessly. With every thrust, her plump breasts quivered and her head lolled ecstatically in a carnal trance.
A jarring tone suddenly cut through the steamy atmosphere, and Arno’s attention was instantly drawn away from his frenzied action at the foot of the bed, to the buzzing phone on the bedside table.
“Shit! I have to get that, Sybil... It’s urgent, I’m sorry.”
He lowered her chubby legs, leaving her lying spread open and panting.
“Hello!” he scowled.
“Yes, yes… so, what is your ceiling on the offer price?