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Lucie, the young French beauty, struts into the casting room, her hips swaying with each sensual step. The director’s eyes follow her every move, drinking in the sight of her voluptuous curves barely contained in a tight white tank top and Daisy Dukes that showcase her long, toned legs.

“Bonjour,” Lucille purrs, her voice deep and seductive. “Je m’appelle Lucie. I am here to audition, oui?”

The director swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he extends a trembling hand to shake hers. “Enchanté, mademoiselle Lucie. Welcome to your audition.”

Lucie smiles, showing off her perfect white teeth. “Merci beaucoup,” she replies, extending one hand to the director while deftly untying her denim shorts with the other finger. She shimmies out of the garment, allowing it to pool around her feet, leaving her in just her tank top and a minuscule pair of pink cotton panties.

The director feels his pulse quicken as he takes in the sight of her wetness visibly darkening the thin fabric. “Go ahead and get comfortable, Lucie,” he manages to choke out, gesturing to the casting couch.

Lucie kicks off her shoes and climbs up onto the sofa, sprawling out on the leather surface like a cat. She arches her back, thrusting out her ample breasts, which strain against the tight cotton of her top.

“I’ve been practicing my audition, as you say, for hours,” Lucie informs him with a wink. She reaches down with both hands to rub her pussy through her panties, undulating her hips in time with her movements. A damp spot forms on the fabric as her arousal grows.

Unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic display, the director finds himself fumbling to remove his tie, his breathing growing ragged. Lucie continues to touch herself, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh.

Suddenly, she sits up and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, freeing her huge breasts, which bounce as they spring loose from their confines. Lucie giggles and bends forward, licking her nipple before pulling the hard bud into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She turns to face the director and pushes both breasts together, creating a deep valley of cleavage.

“Look at my tits,” Lucie coaxes, her eyes half-lidded with lust. “They are asking for your touch.”

The director needs no further encouragement. He steps forward and takes one perfect globe in his hand, caressing and massaging it, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Lucie lets out a moan, pushing her chest further into his grasp.

Emboldened, the director slides his other hand down to cup Lucie’s sex, rubbing her pussy through her drenched panties, causing her to buck against his touch. He hooks his fingers into the flimsy undergarment and tugs it aside, exposing her glistening folds fully.

The director sinks to his knees before Lucie and buries his face in her cunt, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh, his tongue delving into her deepest parts. Lucie cries out, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, grinding her hips against his eager mouth.

After several minutes of oral stimulation, Lucie pushes the director back, slipping off the couch and sinking to her knees before him. Her nimble fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper, revealing his erect manhood, glistening with precum.

“Oh la la,” Lucie sighs, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. She leans in and drags her tongue along the underside, from base to tip, before swirling it around the swollen head.

The director groans at the sensations bombarding him, his fingers tangling in Lucie’s hair as she slowly lowers her mouth over his cock, taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth. She bobs her head, her tongue swirling around him as she sucks, taking him deeper with each movement until his cock hits the back of her throat.

Unable to stand anymore, the director lifts Lucie to her feet and bends her over the arm of the couch, caressing her perfect ass. He rubs his engorged cock against her wet slit, teasing her entrance, before slamming into her with one hard thrust.

Lucie cries out in ecstasy, her hands gripping the couch tightly as the director begins to pound into her hard and fast, grunting with exertion. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by Lucie’s cries of pleasure.

The director reaches around to rub Lucie’s clit in time with his thrusts, sending her over the edge. She screams his name, her pussy clenching around his cock as her orgasm crashes over her. The director continues to drive into her, prolonging her pleasure, until his own release hits him.

With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside Lucie and spurts his load, flooding her womb with his hot cum. Lucie moans and flexes her inner muscles, milking every last drop from him.

Finally spent, the director collapses against Lucie’s back, both of them panting heavily. After a moment, he pulls out and finds a towel to clean them both up.

“Merci, mademoiselle Lucie,” the director says, trying to regain his composure. “You’ve definitely earned this role.”

Lucie laughs and stands up gracefully, pulling her clothes back on with a sultry sway of her hips. “Merci, monsieur director. When do we begin filming?”

The director grins, already thinking of the ratings his little French minx will bring in. “Soon, my dear Lucie. Very soon indeed.”