FakeAgent HD Foxy blonde in casting interview

The busty blonde magnificence, Foxy, sashayed into the cramped workplace, her hips swaying hypnotically with every step. She was the epitome of the basic porn star archetype – platinum blonde hair cascading down her again, sky-blue eyes glowing with mischief, and a physique that might make a priest suicidal. Her low-cut high struggled to include her ample bosom, and her miniskirt using excessive up her thighs revealed tantalizing glimpses of lacy panties.

The interviewer, a middle-aged man with a paunch and unhappy, pleading eyes, glanced nervously at his digicam, then again at Foxy. He swallowed arduous, making an attempt to take care of an air of professionalism. “Uh, hi there. Please, have a seat.”

Foxy smiled, a difficult glint in her eye as she perched on the sting of the worn-out chair throughout from him. She crossed her legs invitingly, her skirt using as much as reveal the tops of her stockings. “Thanks for having me,” she purred, her voice low and sultry.

The interviewer, now sweating, started the interview. “So, tell us a little about yourself. You’ve done some modeling, is that right?”

Foxy leaned ahead, her cleavage straining towards her high as she traced a finger down the interviewer’s arm. “Oh yes, lots of modeling. Mainly for men’s magazines and websites. I just love showing off my assets for the camera.”

The interviewer gulped, eyes darting to her beneficiant show. “I… I’m sure you do. And what about acting? Any experience there?”

Foxy smirked, standing up and strolling across the desk, intentionally brushing her breasts towards the interviewer’s shoulder as she bent over to have a look at his paperwork. “Mmm, acting… well, I’ve done a few adult films. Learned quite a bit about the industry.”

She circled, leaning again towards the desk and spreading her legs barely. “I’m a fast learner though. Always ready to take direction and please the director. And the viewer, of course.”

The interviewer was now visibly trembling, his face flushed. “Of course, that’s very, uh, innovative and creative of you. So, what made you decide to be an actress in the adult industry?”

Foxy slid a hand up her thigh, underneath her miniskirt. “Oh, it’s just so much fun. I love expressing myself sexually, connecting with others. Giving and receiving pleasure. Being free and uninhibited.”

She slowly hiked up her skirt, revealing she wasn’t sporting panties. “Plus, I’ve always enjoyed being watched and admired. The heat of a camera lens on my body… it’s thrilling.”

By now, the interviewer was beet pink and stuttering, desperately making an attempt to maintain his composure. It was clear from the tent in his pants he was failing miserably. “S-so, you’re, uh, very enthusiastic about your work then?”

Foxy smiled wickedly, dropping to her knees in entrance of him and deftly unzipping his fly, releasing his throbbing erection. “Oh yes, completely dedicated to my craft,” she murmured, taking him into her sizzling mouth.

The interviewer set free a choked moan, hazily making an attempt to complete the interview. “And what would you say your ultimate goal is in this industry?”

Foxy launched him with a moist pop, stroking his shaft. “To get fucked on camera for the whole world to see. To show off my sexy body in every way possible, making men wild with desire. Giving them a view of my most intimate parts… parts that are otherwise very private outside of a relationship.”

She stood up and pushed the interviewer again into his chair, climbing up her skirt and straddling his lap. She rubbed herself towards him, arousal glistening between her thighs. “Or even better, multiple men… as many cocks and hands and sinful touches as possible, all over my hungry body on camera. Is that too naughty? Am I being too inappropriate?”

The interviewer might solely groan in response, his management totally shattered. He gripped her hips and thrust upwards, penetrating her slick warmth. Foxy gasped and commenced to trip him arduous, her breasts bouncing freely, misplaced in ecstasy and placing on a present for the digicam.

She threw her head again as she got here, clenching round him. “Yes, yes, fuck me, fill me up, I want your cum inside me! Give it to me in front of everyone, let them see what a naughty girl I am!”

Her phrases despatched the interviewer over the sting, and with a jerk and a shout, he erupted inside her, pumping her stuffed with his sizzling seed. Foxy rode out the waves of their shared climax, then slowly lifted herself off of him, his climax dripping down her thighs.

She stood up, smoothing down her skirt, a glad smirk on her flawless face. “So, did I get the job?” she requested teasingly, glancing down on the digicam.

The interviewer, utterly undone, might solely mumble out a frantic, “Yes, hired on the spot!”

Foxy laughed, blowing him a kiss as she sauntered out of the workplace, leaving the Interviewer a quivering, cum-stained mess, totally seduced by the naughty temptation that was Foxy the fresh-faced seductress.