Fit18 – Emily Willis – 51kg – I Creampie A Flexible Former Ballerina 60fps

Title: “Flexible Former Ballerina’s Creamy Audition”

The camera pans over the aptly named “Herd of Bulls Studio,” a gritty and industrial space converted into the ultimate adult film set. The cameras are rolling, capturing the anticipation and tension as the director prepares for the day’s casting session.

Enter Emily Willis, a petite yet potent Latin beauty, her shapely petite sophomore frame barely contained by a skin-tight black leotard that accentuates every divot, curve, and crevice. Her long raven tresses cascade down her back in loose waves, contrasting against the bright white skin of her bubble butt, barely covered by a pair of skimpy black hot pants. Emily’s legs are sleeveless, showcasing her dancer’s musculature, all sinuous grace lent menace by the platform stripper heels adorned with shiny faux diamonds. Diamond studs glint at her earlobes as she cocks her head, her expression a mix of naive excitement and practiced allure, a perfect blend for the camera.

The director beckons her to the center of the set, an enormous king-sized bed piled high with skimpy silk sheets. He pats the mattress, uttering a command as the camera zooms in on Emily’s lips and the director’s bulge. “Kneel,” the director says, his voice gravelly, “Time to put that vapid bitchy mouth to work.”

Emily plops into a kneel beside the bed, her eyes rising to meet his, her lips parting just slightly. The director thumbs the zipper of his jeans, letting it hover over his crotch. In a flash, Emily lunges forward, mashing her mouth against his zipper. The sound of the camera focuses shifts in a squelch, the SLR’s autofocus capturing Emily’s tongue, wet and clear, slathering the director’s clothed bulge.

The director groans, then mutters something under his breath. Emily whips off his jeans and boxers in a single motion, revealing his meaty, already hard cock. Emily lunges forward again, this time making direct contact, motoring up and down his shaft, her soft hand pumping his base, her hot wet mouth suckling his glans. The director’s hand cups the nape of her neck, moving her deeper, faster. Tears stream down Emily’s cheeks, pain and pleasure intermingled.

Suddenly, the camera shifts again, another camera saunters into the shot, capturing the action from a different angle. The second camera operator is also the star of the scene, a brawny Latino bull, his black bodysuit clinging to his rippling muscles like shrinkwrap. Emily senses him, her moans and slurps increasing in pitch and volume.

The brawny bull wastes no time, scooping Emily up and tossing her onto the bed, her ass rearing up towards the camera, the hot pants doing nothing to conceal her perfect peach. The director lunges into the scene, flipping Emily over, planting his cock at her entrance. Emily’s legs spread wide, her knees curving almost into a perfect dancers’ split, her back arched, her chest and shoulders pressed into the sheets. The director pounds into her, his hips smacking her clit, over and over, his balls hitting her taint with every thrust.

Emily squeals with delight, then squeals in pain as the director twists her torso, pinning her arms behind her back in some cruel but sexy contortion. Tears stream down her face as the camera zooms in on her helpless, rigorously pounded body, her face a rictus of agony and ecstasy.

The brawny bull wastes no time, advancing to the head of the bed. Two huge, gloved hands rise up to Emily’s face, one pressing on her nose, the other filling her mouth, muffling her cries. Emily’s eyes bulge, then hood as she feels the fullness of the bull’s cock filling her mouth, hitting the back of her throat like a baseball bat.

The scene unfolds with brutal efficiency, two cocks pummeling the petite sophomore into submission. The director’s thrusts become more erratic, finally pausing as he bursts inside her, his creamy load filling her already stuffed pussy. The bull continues to fuck her face, his hips churning, finally burying himself to the root, his cock erupting in Emily’s throat, the excess oozing out of her nostrils like some obscene lather.

The director reclines on the mattress, his spent cock still buried in Emily’s creamed pussy, his spent balls resting on her clit. The camera operator pans in tight, capturing the director’s actions, his fingers scooping his own cum, the drip-drip-drip of his sticky essence. He scoops a fingerful, then shoves it between Emily’s lips, his eyes commanding her to taste herself, to savor the flavor of her own debasement and humiliation.

The bull vacates Emily’s throat, stepping back. The camera operator takes his place behind the bull, capturing his actions. Emily, still impaled on the director’s spent cock, squirms and writhes, her body wracked with pleasure-pain. The camera operator zooms in on her, the director’s cum drooling out of her used pussy, his own spent cum smeared around her lips and nose.

Finally, mercifully, Emily collapses into the sheets, the director and the bull sliding out of her, their cocks flaccid and loose. Emily’s eyes flutter shut, her body still writhing with the aftershocks of her own climax. The camera operator steps back, capturing the scene, the director and the bull side by side, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum.

The scene fades to black, the camera’s autofocus clicking off, capturing the void.

The end.