Lexi Returns and Attacks

Title: A Redhead’s Revenge: The Lexi Incident

It was just another day at the casting couch. The director sat in his usual over-sized leather chair, poring over headshots and resumes. Just then, his assistant poked her head in. “Mr. Director, your next appointment is here. Lexi Waiting.”

The director looked up and gave a curt nod. “Send her in.”

Lexi strutted into the room, her fiery red hair cascading down her back. The director took a long, appraising look at her lithe body clad in a tight black dress. “So, Lexi. You’re here to audition for the role of the villainous seductress in our next film. The part requires an actress with…shall we say, a certain edge.”

Lexi popped the collar of her dress and struck a pose. “I’ve got more than just an edge. I’m a triple threat – I act, I sing, I can pick up a man in a nightclub in 30 seconds flat.” She batted her green eyes.

The director chuckled. “Thus far, you’ve only proven you can look good in a nightclub dress. Let’s see what you can do behind closed doors.”

Micheal pulled out his phone and flipped it to the video which recorded the room. Lexi looked as she sensed the Preparations going on behind the scenes as Lexi Stripes herself.

“Now then, strip,” Micheal ordered, taking a swig of scotch from his glass

She arched a brow but did as she was told responsively. Wantonly, the hypnotic sway of her wide hips as she peeled the dress over her head. Slipping off her heels and folding the dented dress on a nearby dresser

now only wearing a black lacey bra, panties, fishnet chainmail stockings and garter belt with matching strap on anal strap on gloves
he wasn’t wearing any underwear

“Let’s see if you can back up your talking with some walking,”

his hand were a bit unsteady as they reached for his belt, undoing it and slipping his pants onto the floor, folding up beside her clothes

Her eyes glinting mischievous as they boldly advertised her gaze on his manhood and its rigidness and hardness and mercifully, his hard, fat and long uvula

Lexi isn’t impressed about the modestly sized Member protruding from his lap, circling like a lioness waiting for Bait

He slammed the cup of coffee beside his arm on the table next to his chair and stood.

down on her knees in front of him, her hands resting vital her hair and staring long and unwaveringly at the tumescing member with the eye of a lioness

Leaning in, running her tongue up the shaft, letting her lips unfurl over the crown and down, until they were Blacks upon his pelvis as she took him Root, the bulge of his cock in her throat as her lips nuzzled into his short and curled pubes

He grunted and Cursed as she sucked, letting his hands trail through her hair and then gripping it up and roughly holding her down onto his member

Pumping her Neck at his direction, his hips also surging forward as she swallowed more of Him then he projected, letting him bulge her Lips,else Pouting at Her Neck