FIT18 – Cecelia Taylor – Casting and Creampie Amateur Who Just Turned 18 – 60FPS

**Cecelia’s Fitouending 18th Birthday Bash**

Oh my, where do I even begin? When our petite yoga goddess Cecelia Taylor first strutted into the room, a mere 18 years of youthful exuberance and barely contained promise, I knew this casting would be one for the ages.

Cecelia’s slight, skinny frame, barely stuffed into her tiny yoga outfit, bounced as she walked with an energy that could power the entire studio. Her (fake, of course) 60F breasts stretched the fabric of her Sports Bra to its limits, like bowling balls threatening to burst free from their canvas bag.

As she greeted the crew, her ponytail bounced in time with her perky behind, the yoga pants leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her dimples punctuated each “Hello”, even to the camera crew.

With a deep breath, our fit little Cecelia began her audition. The first stretch immediately revealed an exciting development – she wasn’t wearing any panties! The crotch of her yoga pants bulged obscenely with the absence of underwear, a tiny cameltoe already evident through the snug material.

As she bent and swayed, continuing her audition, the outline of her nearly hairless genitals became more and more pronounced. One thing was certain – this 18-year-old knew exactly what her supple body could do, even before the camera started rolling.

“Ok Cecelia, I think we have everything we need,” said the casting director casually, walking in front of the camera to “discuss some details” with our young starlet. What actually ensued was one of the most brazen casting couch sessions ever caught on film.

His hand approached her tiny waist as if by accident, only to start casually groping her ass. “Mmm, I was just thinking… maybe we could have you conduct the rest of the casting topless?” he said, hinting strongly at his lewd intentions.

“Yes sir!” she chirped, shrugging out of the bra in one fluid motion. Her little tits bounced free, dusky nipples standing erect in what I knew from years of experience was more than just the chill of the studio.

“Flex for me?” he said, eyes locked on her swinging tits and widening as she jumped to comply. “Wow! You’ve clearly mastered the art of yoga!”

What came next was a full titty shake performed with the type of enthusiasm usually reserved for newlyweds on the honeymoon dance floor. Her little knockers wobbled and swayed, nipples velocity-hopping as she bumped and bounced.

As the nectar of feminine joy began to slick her hairless slit, making a wet spot at the crotch of her pants, Cecelia knew what she had to do next. “Here,” she said with a tentative voice, sliding her tiny hands into his pants, “maybe you’d like these to warm them up?”

In one swift motion, she yanked down his boxers, unleashing the beast of all beasts! His throbbing, pendulous cock bobbed in front of her astonished face, already leaking from the tip. “Oh my!” she gasped, “This is even larger than my ex!”

Without further ado, she dropped into a perfect yoga bridge position, ass in the air, face in a teen girl pussy curiosity. “Like this, coach?” she asked, through her best impression of a cock sleeve. She had clearly been well-schooled in the fine arts of fellatio.

And thus began the most explicit yoga casting demonstration ever! He held her by the hair as she deep throated his shaft, slurping and sucking, tongue whipping over the head. Through it all, she maintained perfect points of form, knees apart, back arched, breasts jiggling.

“Ooh!” she cried, “Your monster cock is fazzzing my clit!” But just as quickly, she swallowed him down deep once more, determined to milk the beast.

What a sight, that buxom little thing, eyes watering, throat bulging, banging balls slapping her chin as she face-fucked herself! “That’s it, baby girl,” Coach said, knocking on her throat, “You are gonna make a brilliant video star!”

Her creamy thighs where now slick with her nectar, yoga pants clinging to every curve as she rode the waves of bliss, his thick cock hitting her tonsils. “I hope you know what you’re in for,” he said darkly, “because this is just the warm-up, little miss sunshine.”

And it was on like Donkey Kong! In the most lewd yoga routine ever committed to film, he proceeded to plow her every way imaginable – downward dog creampie, lotus position spitroast, and shivasana doggystyle!

Through it all, our petite Sodapop Princess bent and bounced like it was a performance appraisal, tits flapping and ass cheeks smacking his thighs. By the crescendo, the room was filled with the sound of butterball PPs and wind-up wrestlers, their hairless Genital Caverns undulating and flowing.

“Oooh, I’m gonna fizz!” she cried, body freezing into perfect downward-facing dog as the orgasm ripped through her. Her tiny hungry PPs milked his shaft, drawing out thick wads of spooge that exploded across her yoga-pants-clad ass, spattering her back and the floor as he railed her through the multiple waving blues.

“Nothing easier than heading home then after this casting…diamond!!” he panted, shooting the last few slugs into her doggy jello ass. I collapsed onto her puffy pulverized haunches, exhaling the stink of victory.

As I removed the Fleshlight from her twat, she smiled and shook her tiny titties giddily, blowing me a kiss. “I think I’m gonna like this job!” she crooned, crawling after her jock past to the hot shower, where I can only imagine the creaming continued.