Doble Penetración En Casting Colombiano

Title: “Double Penetration – Dilemma in a Colombian Casting Couch”

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when Marisol, a young Colombian beauty, found herself on the casting couch of a dingy studio. She had been scouted by the producer, Carlos, who was renowned for discovering hidden talents. Marisol was a shy 18-year-old, her body a canvas of untouched innocence, her mind a whirlwind of dreams and aspirations. Little did she know that the day ahead would turn her world upside down.

Carlos, a portly middle-aged man with a greasy comb-over and a thick Colombian accent, greeted Marisol with a sleazy smile. “Buenos días, mi amor,” he purred, his eyes roaming over her curves. “You’re just the tipo de chica we’re looking for today.”

Marisol nervously sat on the couch, her legs crossed, hands fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt. The studio was dimly lit, with a bed in the corner, camera equipment scattered around, and a large screen on one wall.

“Today, we’ll be conducting a special tipo of audición,” Carlos explained, handing her a glass of wine. “Just relax, querida, and follow my instructions.”

Marisol took a sip, the alcohol warming her throat. Carlos signaled to someone off-camera, and two men entered – stunners in their physical prime, muscles rippling under their tight shirts. Marisol’s heart skipped a beat as they moved towards her.

“Mi amor, these hombres are going to help you with your casting. Their job is to test your skills, your sensualidad.” Carlos grinned, flashing a gold tooth. “No te preocupes, querida, they’ll be muy gentle with you.”

The men flanked Marisol, towering over her. The taller one, with chiseled features and a piercing gaze, traced a finger down her arm. “Hola, belleza,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m Carlos.”

“Not this Carlos,” the shorter man chuckled, running a hand through his dark curls. “I’m Tony. We’re going to make you feel cosas increíbles today, hermosa.”

Marisol’s breath hitched as they sandwich her between them. Carlos leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Just relax, chica. Let us show you what being on camera is all about.”

Tony’s hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up. Marisol gasped, a flush spreading over her cheeks. She had never been touched like this before. Carlos captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. Marisol melted against him, her inhibitions dropping with each sip of wine.

Tony guided her hand to his jeans, encouraging her to feel his hardening length. Marisol hesitated, then stroked him through the fabric, feeling him buck against her touch. A moan escaped her as Carlos’s hand found her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipple.

They moved her back on the bed, Carlos settling between her legs, unzipping her skirt. His nose trailed up her thighs as Tony discarded his own clothes, revealing a body sculpted like a Greek god. Marisol’s eyes widened, taking in his size.

Carlos’s mouth found her center, his tongue slipping inside her, tasting her. Marisol arched, a cry escaping her lips. She could hear the camera whirring, capturing everything.

Tony joined them, his hands cupping her breasts, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard. Marisol writhed beneath them, pleasure shooting through her as Carlos worked her with his tongue and fingers.

“Por favor, Carlos,” Marisol gasped, “put it in me. Fill me up!”

Carlos chuckled, moving up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. Marisol felt the head of his cock press against her, then with a push, he entered her, stretching her deliciously. She threw her head back, moaning.

Tony positioned himself at her rear, lubed fingers teasing her uncharted passage. “This is your virgin hole, hermosa,” he purred, slowly pushing a finger in, then another, stretching her.

Marisol felt like she was in ecstasy, sandwiched between two gods, their hands and mouths worshipping her body. Carlos thrust into her, each stroke reaching deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars.

“I’m going to fill you up, Marisol,” Tony growled in her ear. “I’m going to fuck your virgin ass until you scream my name.”

With a sharp push, he entered her from behind, seated himself fully inside her. The dual intrusion burned, but quickly melted into pleasure as he began to move, matching Carlos stroke for stroke. Marisol was lost in a world of sensations, her body betraying her, relaxing and accommodating their size.

They thrust into her, filling her to the brim, hitting spots she never knew existed. Marisol thrashed between them, her nails digging into Carlos’s back, her heels digging into Tony’s thighs. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, moans, growls, and the vulgar mutterings of the two men as they used her body.

“Look at me, Marisol,” Carlos commanded. “Look into the camera and tell us what we’re doing to you.”

Marisol fixed her gaze on the camera, panting. “They…they are filling me…stretching me…I’ve never felt like this before.”

Tony reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard. Marisol exploded, screaming as her orgasm crashed over her, her walls clenching down on the two men. They continued to thrust, prolonging her pleasure, chasing their own release.

With a growl, Carlos hilted himself inside her, his cock twitching as he came. Tony followed suit, filling her ass, their seed marking her both inside and out.

Panting, Marisol laid between them, ruined, used, but satiated. Carlos looked at her, his eyes gleaming. “Welcome to the familia, Marisol. You’ve got the skills we’re looking for.”