Sexy Asian Jasmine Grey Goes The Extra Mile To Get The Job

Title: The Deliciously Naughty Interview

The dimly lit room smelled of musk and desperation. Cramped, but clean, it echoed with the clacking of a keyboard as aspiring actress Jasmine Grey nervously applied her lipstick, checking her reflection in the mirror propped against the wall. She sat primly on the edge of the bed, back straight, cleavage prominently displayed in her skintight white blouse.ropdown

The Doorbell chimed, and she nervously stood to greet Mr. Kim, the casting director. A portly Korean man with slicked-back hair and a predatory glint in his eye, he surveying Jasmine with an approving smirk before motioning for her to sit.

“Welcome, Miss Grey. You’re auditioning for a…special kind of role today,” Mr. Kim drawled, his eyes drifting to her plunging neckline. “I’ll need to see your performance skills. You may begin undressing please.”

Jasmine blushed at his boldness, but bit her lip, unbuttoning her blouse slowly…painstakingly…until it pooled around her elbows, revealing an intimate lacy bra straining to contain her pert breasts. She pausedeagerly before unzipping her skirt, allowing it to slither down her legs, revealing her long slender legs and a barely-there g-string. She self-consciously rubbed her thighs together, adjusting her stance.

“Tsk tsk, don’t be shy now,” Mr. Kim chuckled, circling her like a shark. “Come closer. Let me inspect the goods properly.”

He reached out a plump hand to roughly grope her breasts through the delicate lace. Jasmine gasped, rolling her eyes back, nipples perking into stiff peaks. The heady scent of her arousal filled the room as she submissively submitted to his wandering hands, her heartbeat quickening.

“Mmmm, very nice. Now take it all off. Leave nothing to the imagination, darling.” He seated himself on the bed, unzipping his slacks, a prominent bulge already straining for escape. “If you want this job, you need to give me a taste of what you’re offering…” His fingers stroked himself through his pants as he watched her, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Jasmine’s breath caught in her throat as she reached behind to unclasp her bra, allowing her small but perky breasts to bounce free. Her dusky nipples were like pebbles, begging to be sucked. She shimmied out of her soaked panties, revealing a perfectly bare, glistening pussy. She ran her hands along her curves, giving him a little show as she teased herself.

She sauntered over to his chair, resting a thigh on either side of his hips to straddle him. His erect member prodded eagerly against her wet folds, seeking entrance. Mr. Kim grunted his approval, his large hands grasping and kneading the supple flesh of her ass, sending jolts of electricity through her.

Jasmine ground her hips against him, her slick heat coating his throbbing member as she coated him with her juices. They both moaned, getting lost in the rhythm of their bodies.

Mr. Kim tangled fingers in her hair, tugging until she gasped, assaulting her mouth in a brutal, filthy kiss, his tongue delving deep, staking a claim. His other hand drifted south, rough digits sliding through her wet petals in circles before plunging deep inside her welcoming heat. Jasmine cried out against his invading tongue, clenching around his thick digits, desperate for more.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you Jasmine?” He snarled against her lips, fingers plunging harder, deeper, curling up to stroke her most sensitive spots. “Desperate to get that part, you’ll spread your legs for anyone?” He mocked cruelly, even as his movements grew more erratic, treacherous arousal threatening to undo him.

“Y-Yes! Oh god, yes! I’ll do anything for that part! Please!” She chanted wantonly between labored breaths, gyrating her hips feverishly, walls fluttering wildly around his pistoning digits. The obscene wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, his thumb hammering against her swollen clit.

With a keening cry, Jasmine threw her head back, spine arching as ecstasy slammed into her like a freight train. Her pussy clamped down tightly on the fingers still plunging wildly into her spasming depths, nearly crushing them as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating from her twitching core.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Mr. Kim growled, fisting himself viciously, fluid dripping from his bulbous tip.-oper importantly, the whole world was watching. With the single most expensive and high-profile actress, Jade Steele, turning to black, cheeked women like herself, the stage was set for a stirring battle for fame and fortune in the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.