Cute and sexy Indian Chubby babe comes to interview to Indian Adult video star

Title: “Casting Couch Caper: The Indian Adult Video Interview”

The bustling streets of Mumbai buzzed with activity as a nervous Riya stepped out of her taxi. The 22-year-old, slightly chubby but undeniably sexy Indian beauty took a deep breath, adjusted her low-cut blouse, and double-checked the address scribbled on the well-worn piece of paper clutched in her trembling hands. “8C, Luxe Lofts,” she muttered to herself, making her way towards the towering high-rise.

Riya had seen the casting call on an adult film forum – “Seeking fresh, voluptuous talent for Bollywood’s hottest new adult channel!” It seemed like a dream come true for someone with a hidden wild side and a desperate need for income since losing her salon job during the pandemic.

With sweaty palms, she pressed the intercom button at the heavy glass doors. “Hello? I’m here for the interview?” Her voice wavered slightly.

A gruff voice responded, “Send the girl up.” She heard a faint “Ding!” and the doors swung open, revealing a sleek black marble foyer. Riya made her way up the sweeping staircase, her heart pounding in her chest.

On the 8th floor, a door cracked open, then swung wide. Standing there was Karan, a well-known figure in Indian adult films, infamous for his ” Protein Powder Porg” series. He was an imposing figure, tall and lean, with tattoos snaking up his muscular forearms.

“Riya, I presume?” Karan said smoothly, his dark eyes traveling the length of her curvy body. “Right on time. Come in, make yourself comfortable.”

Cheeks flushed, Riya stepped into the lavish apartment. The living room was decorated in a debonair black and gold motif, with a large red couch dominating the space. Karan gestured for her to sit while he sprawled onto the sofa, eyes never leaving her shaking form.

“So, tell me a bit about yourself, Riya,” he began, spreading his arms across the back of the couch. The thin fabric of his wife-beater stretched across his sculpted chest and biceps.

Riya swallowed awkwardly. “I… well, I’m 22. Just out of college. And your ad seemed interesting, so, you know…” She shrugged, giggling nervously. Her black spaghetti-strap top exposed the saliva-inducing curves of her ample breasts with each breath. A dallop of pink silt serpentined between them.

Karan nodded, listening intently as he gazed at her cavernous cleavage. Riya noticed his sly little grin as his eyes lingered on her supple mounds, but continued speaking.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, Mr. Karan. But I figured, what’s the harm in trying, you know? Might as well take a chance.” Riya crossed her legs, the short skirt riding up her thick thighs. Her plump lips glistened as she spoke.

Karan shifted, eyes still fixed on her delicious body. Riya felt a warmth grow between her legs as he ogled her, but tried to focus.

“Anyway, I think it could be fun, and…” She trailed off, belatedly registering Karan’s bulging pants. Riya glanced up and their eyes locked. “Is everything okay?” she squeaked.

Karan licked his lips, voice low. “Absolutely perfect, Riya. You’re absolutely perfect.” His hand drifted to his crotch as he spoke, squeezing the growing hardness there. The wet patch on his scrubbed pants grew.

Riya gasped, both shocked and aroused at Karan’s blatant display. “I…oh my…” She couldn’t look away from his thick, tapping erection tenting his pants. Tentatively, she slid a hand up her skirt, feeling the dampness that had gathered in her panties. Her other hand slid into her cleavage, toying with the golden cross at her neckline. Karan groaned, squeezing himself harder.

She could play this game. Sitting back, Riya let her skirt ride up her thighs, revealing the deep violet panties straining over her wet, puffy mound. Her top slipped further, almost exposing a perky brown nipple. Karan’s cock throbbed and wept. “Fuck…” he grunted. Desperately, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick 10″ dunhgi, flushed and leaking pre-cum. Riya licked her lips hungrily.

Slowly, she rose from the couch, approaching Karan. “You want me to interview you, sir? Close-up?” she breathed. Karan could only nod as her voluptuous body hovered over him, skirt bunched around her curvy hips. The musky scent of aroused woman wafted over him as she lowered to her knees between his spread thighs.

Riya’s tongue dragged up Karan’s shaft, swirling around the tip and lapping up his leaking essence. Karan hissed, hands fisting in her silky black hair. She wrapped her full pink lips around his girthy cock, groaning at the salty, bitter taste. Riya bobbed slowly as she massaged his slickened shaft with her plush, talented mouth. Karan’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as he thrust up into her velvet heat.

Her skirt flipped up as she serviced his straining lurk, revealing more of her perky, heart-shaped ass and the dark area of wetness lacing her panties. Kenan’s dick swelled as he watched his dream c*** service him, her voluptuous body aching to be conquered.

“Fuck my mouth, sir,” Riya panted around his rock-hard pee. “Use me.” Karan growled, fisting her hair as he violently fucked her throat. The wet slurps and satisfying pops of her greedy lips filled the room. Riya moaned in bliss, the vibrations from her throat making Karan see stars. She was translating Kenan’s lurk in and out of her mouth with his assistance.

Her hand slithered under her skirt, shoving her drenched panties aside. She plunged two fingers deep into her swollen, slippery cunt, fingering herself furiously as Karan dominated her mouth. Riya was dripping wet, juices running down her thick thighs as her needy pussy spasmed around her pumping digits.