BANG Casting : DP With Tiny Petite Angel Smalls

The curtains parted to reveal the Casting Room of BangCasting. It was a stark, sterile space with a cot-like bed pushed against one wall, a single hook for clothes by the door, and two bulky studio lights casting a harsh gaze. But the star of this show had just arrived, a tiny petite angel named Smalls. With wispy blonde locks that framed her pixie face, Angel Smalls was a vision of youthful temptation. Round apple cheeks adorned her cherubic visage, still flushed from having begged through the streets for her big break.

At only 5’1″ and just 90 lbs, Angel’s petite frame looked like a child’s compared to the strapping studs sent to test her. One hulking brute entered first, his massive phallus swelling against his jeans. Next strolled in a mammoth porn behemoth, his lewd intentions evident by the stained tent in his pants. These were thearrouseurs du jour, ready to interrogate and ravage the budding bombshell.

Angel trembled at their imposing presence, but it quickly turned to glee as they demanded a preview. She rose from the chair, hips still swaying as she sauntered over to the first man. His hands instantly groped her, pawing at her tiny breasts until stiff nipples crossed her t-shirt. Angel let out whimpers of pleasure and surprise as he yanked down her pants, revealing a bare, blonde fuzz-wrapped pussy.

The reformed vixen mounted his lap, letting him feel her tightness rub up against his thick rod. Eyes rolled back with joy at the pressure against her aching loins. The second stud grunted in approval and closed in, grabbing her hips and yanking them forward. His own trousers were down in a flash and that monstrous cock jabbed against the crack of her ass. Angel gasped, feeling the enormous tip smear precum along her rosebud.

With a forceful shove, he plunged the bulbous head inside her rear entrance. Angel shrieked as he popped past the resisting rings, thrusting balls deep into her tiny, virgin hole. Her legs quivered, each filing to reach her ears. Fingers scrambled to reach her sensitive clit, trying to pleasure herself amidst the unrelenting sodomizing.

The first stud slid his mighty tool down to her dripping folds, rubbing the fat head along her clit. He tapped her, coaxing her to spread her thighs. When she complied, he jammed himself into her tight cunny, plunging to the hilt. Angel quivered, suspended between the two men, their girthy shafts pounding her petite body. With each thrust forward from the first guy, the second stacked his into her battered anus.

He curled his fingers, pounding at her cervix and burrowing into her brain. She was nothing more than a blonde haired fuck doll for them, her holes their playthings. Grunts and slaps of sweaty flesh, as well as Angel’s lewd schlicks and grunts filled the air. Her fingernails scrabbled in desperation, trying to hang on for fear of plummeting through the floor.

One hauling back, Angel’s pussy made a lewd pop as he withdrew. In his hand, he clutched her distended labial ring like a cinch, spreading her legs wide. Standing, Angel wobbled, held aloft as she was leveraged into the air. Look at her delicate toes, the curve of her spine, the goosebumps of bliss plastering her flesh. Then it hit her, their cocks still pounding, as the pair released their considerable loads with a dull growl. Jet after jet of gluey jizz spilled forth, branding the tiny girl’s hole with their essence.

Angel’s petite pussy clenched wildly, milking every drop from their balls. As the men pulled out, thick ropes of cum sourced from her holes. A lewd river of spunk leaked from all sides. Slowly returning to earth, at last, Angel collapsed onto her hands and knees. Wispy locks plastered to her sweat-slicked skin. The men stood slightly askance, fists pumping their multi-liked members, milking all that they could. Angel let out a pitiful moan, pushing her adjoining entrances towards them yearningly.

They obliged her pleas by aiming their heads at her. The look of shock and awe when they exploded, dousing her cheeks, eyebrows, lips with a deluge the consistency and color of vanilla pudding. Globs smacked against her nose, splattered down her chin, dotted her forehead. Thick ropes matted her hair to her skull.

When they had finished, Angel’s angelic visage was nothing more than a mask of spunk residue and her tongue swiped eagerly to lap it up. The men nodded with finality and walked out, leaving Angel barely able to stand. Her body would forever ache from their punishment and abuse. And it was all on tape to be ogled by millions of the biggest voyeurs out there. Welcome to porn, Angel. You’ll never be the same. The End.