Brunette Poppy Morgan Makes This Casting Couch Is Her Anal Playground Before Cumming Hard
Brunette Poppy Morgan seductively saunters into the casting room, her full breasts Nearly spilling from her low-cut blouse. Fishnet stockings encase her long legs and thigh-high heels click on the hardwood floor. She settles onto the plush leather couch, legs crossing and uncrossing in a continuous tease. The casting director’s eyes follow the tantalizing movements, his pants growing tight with each sway of her hips.
“Comfortable, Miss Morgan?” he asks, voice strained with desire. “I hope you’re ready to impress today.”
Poppy smiles coyly, undoing a button on her blouse. “Oh, I’m more than ready, darling. I simply love to perform. Especially for a viewer like you…”
She leaves the sentence hanging as she stands and sashays closer. Her blouse slips off, revealing a lacy black bra straining to contain her ample assets. She perches on the edge of the couch, hiking up her tight micro-skirt to flash matching black panties barely covering her shaved pussy folds.
The director clears his throat, trying to maintain composure as his large erection tents his trousers. “Let’s see what you can do, Miss Morgan. Start with seducing me. Make me want you so bad I can’t resist…”
“With pleasure,” Poppy purrs.
Poppy runs her hands over his chest and down to slowly unzip his slacks. His throbbing cock springs free, thick and ripe just for her. She wraps delicate fingers around his shaft, stroking him until a bead of precum appears at the tip.
“You’ve got quite the piece of meat here,” she purrs before taking him into her mouth. Poppy swirls her tongue around the bulbous head, moaning at the salty taste. She looks up at him through mascara’d lashes as she bobs up and down his full girth, taking him deeper each time until he hits the back of her throat.
Poppy works his cock with expertise, sucking, licking and teasing until he’s rock hard and leaking with need. Then she abruptly releases him and turns around, bending over the couch arm to present her voluptuous rear.
She slides her panties down, displaying her soaked pussy and tight pink asshole. Poppy wiggles her hips invitingly, peering backwards over her shoulder. “Why don’t you give this a try, darling? I think you’ll be quite pleased.”
The director groans, stroking his engorged member. “What a naughty girl you are… And why should I deny such a sweet ass?”
He moves in behind her, rubbing the swollen head of his cock along her glistening slit. Poppy whimpers, pushing back and trying to impale herself on his thick manhood. But he pulls away each time she tries to take him inside.
The teasing continues until Poppy is dripping and desperate, her core clenching around nothing. When the director finally presses into her hot channel, they both moan at the intense sensations. He pumps in and out, picking up speed until he’s pounding her hard and fast.
“Oh fuck, that’s it! Shove that monster cock up my tight little fuckhole,” Poppy cries, plates slamming. “Despite you so deep I can taste it!”
He pounds into her, grunting with animalistic need as he drives her into the couch. Poppy cums hard, her pussy gushing and fluttering around him. Her moans turn into screams of ecstasy, urging him on.
The directorathorus fucks furiously, chasing his own pleasure now. Poppy meets each powerful thrust with her ass, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh echoing obscenely in the room.
“I’m close,” he warns, fingers digging into her hips. “Tell me where you want my cum!”
Poppy just yells for him to fuck her harder and don’t stop. He slams into her one last time, crying out as he fills her hungry hole with his copious seed. Poppy milks him dry, his warm thickness throbbing inside her spasming walls.
Finally, he pulls out and gives her perfect rump a playful slap, watching blissfully as his cum drips from her battered rear entrance. Poppy collapses onto the couch, utterly satisfied.
The casting director smiles smugly, knowing he’ll be seeing a lot more of this naughty brunette. She’s exactly what the company needs.
