F-ing teenagers 18+ 3 – Vanessa Figuroa

Title: “Vanessa Figuroa’s Racy Casting”

The setting is a dimly lit casting studio, sterile but horny, with classic couches and finish tables suffering from grownup magazines and half-empty glasses of whiskey. Vanessa Figuroa, a raven-haired magnificence with piercing inexperienced eyes and pouty lips, lounges on the sofa whereas a crew of sexy director, digicam operator and lighting man peep round,Salivating on the sight of her denim cutoffs barely reaching her higher thighs and her tank high straining towards her luscious, full C-cups. She smiles knowingly, enjoying with the skinny strap of her high.

**Director:** “Alright Figuroa, you want to be in our adult flick, you gotta convince us you’ve got what it takes. Let’s start with a little interview, tell me about yourself. Do you get a lot of compliments on your body?” The director licks his lips.

**Vanessa:** “Oh you know it, Daddy-O. The girls envy and the boys just want a taste.” She turns to the digicam, crossing her legs simply so, her shorts driving as much as flash that G-string. “I’m 18, horny as hell, and I’m looking for my big break.” She bats her lashes teasingly.

**Director:** “And you think you’ve got what it takes?” He teases, flagrantly checking her out.

**Vanessa:** “Wouldn’t you like to find out, Sir?” She replies openly, licking her lip. The crewhulks and laughs lecherously.

The director leans in shut, whispering in her ear. “Take off your top, Figuroa. Show us your tits.” She grins and arches her again, peeling off her tank high to disclose her excellent, perky breasts, her pink nipples already arduous as diamonds.

The crew exchanges understanding seems to be, their pants getting tighter. Vanessa smiles, loving the eye. “Ohhh, are you boys getting excited? I haven’t even warmed up yet.” She squeezes her tits and pinches her nipples with a glad sigh.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart.” The director instructions, and Vanessa obediently places her ft on the sofa cushion, slowly spreading her thighs. She’s not sporting panties and her naked pussy glistens with arousal.

“Damn, girl,” the digicam man groans below his breath. Vanessa smirks and dips two fingers into her dripping moist slit, pumping them out and in. “You want a taste, love? I’m soaked.”

The director and crew are on their ft, closing in.