FakeAgentUK MILF with perfect ass for spanking
Title: Caught Red-Handed: Real Deal Reveals Her Killer Curves for FakeAgentUK
The door to the casting room swung open, revealing a heavenly curve of an ass, swaying gently with each step. The woman entered, and time seemed to stand still. Her face was fair with an almost ethereal glow, framed by rich red curls cascading down her back. But it was her body that drew every eye – full, perky breasts barely contained by a thin white tank top, leading down to a cinched waist and those delectable hips that could stop traffic. ‘Milf’, ‘iao-hoover’, ‘SAS-bombshell’ – words flashed through minds, trying to express the raw, ruttish beauty of this Welsh firecracker sauntering in, her cargo shorts moulded to her fantastic gooch.
“Do they always sit and stare with their mouths open?” she asked with a knowing grin, sauntering over to the director. Her name was Tegan, all fire and passion and sex beyond measure. She plonked herself down, crossing shapely legs, her perfect ass glowering in the shorts, practically begging for a spank.
“So you’re looking to act, are you? You’ve come to the right place, love” the director purred, handing her a script. Tegan arched a brow, flipping through. Amateur porn.
“Why thanks, darlin’, I always wanted to try my hand at acting.” she replied slyly, setting the script aside. The sexual tension was thick, the air primed to explode. Her eyes danced with mischief as she rose, bum swaying teasingly out of her chair. “Think I should give you a private audition, huh? Show you what this body can do?”
With that she moved around him in a slow circle, running a finger along his shoulders. “You want a peek at these puppies, methinks?” She cupped her huge tits through her top, making them bounce. “Or maybe you’d rather sneak a touch of my phat ass?” Tegan spun around, yanking down her shorts to present a lush, milky ass, slightly jiggly yet firm, just begging to be spanked red.
The director gulped, mouth dry. “Bloody hell… Your arse… I mean, Ms Tegan, could you please demonstrate your oral skills?” He croaked, voice cracking.
“Gladly!” She purred, dropping to her knees. “Let’s put that big cock of yours to work, eh?” Fumbling with his zipper, she freed his rigid member, immediately going to town with deep, wet slurps. He groaned at the heavenly sensation, tangling his fingers in her copper curls as she worshipped his dick. She was swallow a professional, taking his full considerable length down her throat, precise and deliberate, looking up with languid bedroom eyes.
“Fffuuuck, your mouth…” The director grunted, hips pumping. She expertly worked him up to the brink, then pulled off, fish lips presenting his cockhead. “You ready to get ploughed like an Ant-Jo field, love?” She moaned. Without waiting for an answer, Tegan spun and bent over the desk, presenting that impeccable, quivering ass.
In a flash, the director was behind her, slamming deep into that welcoming heat. They shuddered in unison, minds blasting with pleasure. “Bwllch! Christ, you’re tight!” He griped through clenched teeth, hands gripping those incredible hips. He began slowly fucking her, savouring her obvious enjoyment – little mewls and moans of ecstasy, her bum wobbling with each thrust.
Soon he was rutting like a beast, slapping that voluptuous ass with stinging smacks. She screamed Yes! begging for harder! He obliged, acknowledging his fantasy: stoking a serious case of “亲爱的”, leaving finger marks across her blushing apple-cheeks for everyone to see.
“Holy shit, you’re gonna make me cum! I’m gonna flood your idol-worshipping cunt, love!” He roared, feeling that tell-tale tightening in his loins. Tegan babbled in frenzied ecstasy back at him, pussy clenching like a vice. With a great roar they came together, him spurting epic loads of baby-batter deep, her spasming uncontrollably, a babbling frenzy of delighted expletives.
Gasping, they slithered into a sweaty heap on the couch, Tegan swinging a leg over him to present her lean, limber body. “So, think I’m right for the part, darling?” She purred, idly stroking his flaccid cock. “I think you’ll agree I’ve got the whole ‘package’, if you catch my drift! The big ‘O’ and the big MILFY arse!” She winked, standing and posing once more, a curve-beyond-a-bell. He could only nod dumbly, mind still blown by this lewd legend.
With a final saucy wink, Tegan sauntered out, leaving the stunned director alone, the lingering scent of sex, spankings and pure Welsh womanhood hanging in the air. He knew with unshakable certainty: casting was a piece of piss with Tegan around. Fuck the script, employ the assets – and this buxom broad had assets that’d give Blackpool Tower a run for its money.
