FIT18 – Gianna Gem – Casting Petite Italian Polish Shania Twain Lookalike
Title: “An Italian Fit Teen’s Lustful Casting Call”
In the bustling streets of Milan, a tall, statuesque brunette named Gianna Gem sauntered with purpose. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief, as did her long curling ebony tresses that bounced and swayed with each step. At 18, Gianna had an old soul. She knew what she wanted, and today, her body yearned for a hot, steamy casting call.
Gianna arrived at the dimly lit studio, her heart racing. Casting director, Antonio, a barrel-chested Neapolitan with a penchant for voyeurism, greeted her with hungry eyes. “Bella, you’re even more stunning in the flesh,” he purred.
Gianna smirked, twirling a lock of hair. “I’m ready for my tryout, Antonio.” Her voice was smooth like a rich chianti.
Antonio nodded, leading her to the set. “When I’m satisfied, you’re in, capisce?” he asked, flashing a wolfish grin.
Gianna agreed, stripping off her tight white crop top to expose a lacy bralette. She shimmied out of her cutoff denim shorts, revealing a matching G-string. The tiny triangles barely covered her taut derriere. Gianna was all womanly curves despite her petite stature – full breasts, a slim waist, and toned thighs from years of yoga.
She strolled over to the director’s chair where Antonio lounged, his eyes roving over her nearly naked form. Gianna began to dance and writhe to the upbeat music, her hips undulating seductively.
“Chin up, disseminati,” Antonio commanded.
Gianna tilted her head back, thrusting her pert bosom forward. She ran her hands along her sides, gracefully removing the delicate bralette to reveal rosy nipples already pebbled with excitement.
Higher and higher, Gianna spun, shedding her panties. She was now bare, all creamy pale skin and dark tattoos. A small heart was inked above her left breast; a delicate dove flew along her narrow ribcage. Gianna loved art, and body art expressed that passion.
“Ti piace?” she asked coyly, doing a little twirl so Antonio could appreciate her from all angles.
“Magnifico!” he exulted. “Now show me what that naughty mouth of yours can do.”
Gianna gracefully sank to her knees. Reaching out, she unfastened Antonio’s belt, a slow and deliberate unbuckling. Shedding his pants, Gianna buried her face against the growing bulge in his briefs. She inhaled his musky scent, nuzzling his manhood through the fabric.
Spreading her legs, Gianna sensually stroked herself as she lavished Antonio’s shaft with long, slow licks. Catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror, she paused, admiring her reflection. Here she was, fit shot and candy apple red, the image of a sultry pop princess.
Gianna took charge once more, parting her crimson lips to swallow Antonio’s cock. Slowly at first, she bobbed up and down, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. The eroticism of the moment was palpable.
“Sì, bella, così!” Antonio groaned, fisting Gianna’s hair and thrusting deeper into her willing mouth.
Gianna’s inhibitions evaporated as she took him to the hilt. Her velvety tongue swirled around his girth. She reveled in the salty taste of his pre-cum dripping onto her tongue. Sucking harder, Gianna popped her lips and continued the erotic ministrations until Antonio gasped with pleasure.
“Turn around now and show me that perfect ass,” he growled, giving her rump a stinging slap.
Gianna flipped over obediently, coming up on all fours. Her pert bottom was pointed straight at Antonio, the camera, and the mirror. Still stroking herself, she wiggled her hips invitingly, grinning over her shoulder.
“Fuck me, Antonio,” Gianna pleaded. “I want to be the Next Big Thing, and I want you to make me a star.”
Antonio maneuvered between her spread legs, grabbing her hips. His hard cock probed her entrance, the heat of his bulbous head slipping between her slick folds. “Benissimo, I will make you mine, Gianna,” he promised gruffly.
With one swift motion, Antonio thrust balls-deep into Gianna’s tight passage. They both moaned as he filled her, choking back lustful cries pressing into her diaphragm. Antonio set a quick rhythm, pounding Gianna’s hot body as a sordid pop princess wannabe.
Through her pleasure-induced haze, Gianna caught another glimpse in the mirror – they looked electric, a carnal couple losing themselves in each other’s slickened flesh. Overwhelmed by the delicious burn of Antonio’s thick shaft, Gianna nearly forgot she was being filmed.
Lost in unbridled lust, the young couple fucked against the studio mirror until total satiation. Gianna clutched the hardwood floor, explosions of pleasure erupting in every nerve. Antonio spilled his seed deep inside her, their juices blending in a lewd, musky mix.
As their ragged breathing subsided, Antonio straightened up, tucking in his shirt. “You’re hired, Gianna. That was the best casting call I’ve had in years. We will do great things together,” he vowed, an unspoken promise lingering in the air.
Gianna smiled invitingly. She knew this was only the beginning of a beautiful, lustful relationship with her casting director turned lover. “Grazie, Antonio. I look forward to our first shoot,” she purred, bending down to collect her clothes.
Spotting her sequined red thong, Gianna remembered the daydream she’d had only this morning. There she was, Shania Twain’s doppelganger, ready to be the next international pop sensation, with an incredible rise to fame and legions of devoted fans. Now, with one smoldering film under her belt, her dream was within reach.
