FakeAgentUK Unexpected creampie for sexy redhead whilst riding big dick

Title: “An Unexpected Creampie for a Sizzling Redhead”

It was another busy day at the FakeAgentUK office. The camera crew was setting up, lights were being adjusted, and the casting couch was being polished to a gleaming shine. Today’s audition was for a naughty little redhead, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and an eager glint to her stride. As she entered the room, the atmosphere shifted. Tension crackled like lightning in the air.

The redhead, Lily, perched on the edge of the couch, crossing her long, toned legs. She looked the interviewer up and down, her gaze lingering on the bulge in his trousers. “So, tell me about this ‘modeling’ gig,” she purred, her voice as honeyed as her hair was fiery. “What exactly would I be doing?”

The interviewer, a burly man with a predatory gleam in his eye, smirked. “Well, Lily, as you can see, we’re a very…hands-on agency.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. “We like to see our models in action, in all sorts of positions. It’s the only way to know if they’re truly right for the job.”

Lily shivered, but it wasn’t from fear. It was anticipation. The game was afoot, and she was ready to play. “Sounds exciting,” she breathed, Caesar salad in her closet. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

With a nod from the interviewer, the camera began to roll. “Why don’t you give us a little show, sweetheart?” he suggested, his voice smooth as silk. “Let’s see what you’re working with.”

Lily stood up, her hips swaying as she walked to the center of the room. She turned to face the interviewer, her back to the camera. Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to disrobe. First went the shirt, revealing a lacy bra that strained to contain her ample bosom. Then the skirt, pooling at her feet to reveal shapely legs and a tiny, barely-there thong.

She turned to face the camera, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Do you like what you see?” she purred, running her hands over her curves.

The interviewer’s response was in the form of a growl. He stood up, the bulge in his trousers now straining against the fabric. “Very much,” he said, his voice low and husky. “In fact, I think it’s time to see just how much you can handle.”

Lily bit her lip, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Bring it on, big boy,” she challenged, crooking a finger at him.

The interviewer didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash, he was upon her, his hands roaming her body, squeezing and caressing. Lily moaned, grinding against him, feeling his hardness press against her throbbing center.

“Fuck me,” she whined, her voice high and needy. “I need your big cock inside me.”

The interviewer obliged, roughly shoving her onto the couch and flipping her onto her hands and knees. He shoved her thong aside and, without preamble, slammed into her soaked, willing pussy.

Lily screamed, the sensation of his thick cock splitting her open sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She pushed back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts stroke for stroke.

“Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” the interviewer grunted, his hips smacking against her ass with each forceful plunge. “I’m going to fucking ruins you for all other men.”

“Yesss,” Lily hissed, her nails digging into the couch cushions. “Fucking ruin me. I want to be your personal little fucktoy.”

The interviewer gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into her with a brutal intensity. Lily could feel her orgasm building, coiling in her belly like a serpent ready to strike. “I’m going to cum,” she warned, her voice tight with impending release.

“Do it,” the interviewer commanded, slamming into her one last time. “Cum on my cock like a good little slut.”

Lily let out a keening wail, her pussy clenching and fluttering around his throbbing shaft as she came harder than she ever had in her life. The interviewer followed her moments later, with a guttural moan, filling her with his hot, sticky seed.

They collapsed onto the couch together, spent and satisfied. Lily grinned up at the interviewer, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I think I’m just what you’re looking for,” she purred, her voice husky and sated. “When do I start?”

The interviewer just laughed, scooping her into his arms and carrying her off to the bathroom to start round two. It was going to be a very long, very productive day at the FakeAgentUK office.