Design measurement

I’m an interior designer with too many projects, so I carefully choose my clients. I only work with men, and I pick them by “measuring” them. One day at a wealthy client’s house, I smiled and said, “Before I take this project, I like to measure the space and the client.” He looked curious. “Measure the client? How?” I walked over, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants. When his thick cock appeared, my eyes lit up like I found treasure. “Nice size,” I whispered. I grabbed it and felt it grow hard in my hand. I knelt down and took him into my mouth, sucking deep into my throat. He moaned and held my head as I sucked harder. Soon I stood up, took off my bottom wear, and straddled him. I guided his cock into my wet pussy and rode him, moving my hips up and down. He squeezed my breasts while I bounced faster, taking him deep. Pleasure hit me fast. I screamed as I came hard. He grabbed my waist and thrust up, filling me with his hot cum. I collapsed on his chest, panting, and whispered, “Deal.”