Small titis African mannequin fucks at casting
Eager and hopeful, the African magnificence Sawira sashayed into the casting room, hips swaying seductively. At simply 18, she already possessed a womanly confidence that made males weak within the knees. The casting director, a distinguished white gentleman, sat behind a big mahogany desk, eyeing her with a mixture of shock and delight.
“Are you here for the prestigious modeling contract, Miss?” he requested, voice tinged with amusement.
Sawira flashed a pearly smile. “Yes, Monsieur. I am looking to make it big and represent my beautiful homeland.”
The director nodded, trying her up and down. “Well, you certainly have the look – those alluring curves and luscious lips. But we need to see if you can handle the… physical aspects of the job.”
Sawira raised a superbly formed eyebrow. “Physical aspects? I don’t follow…”
The man chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough. Now, let’s see what you’re working with.”
Rising from his chair, he circled behind her, eyes locked on her pert bottom. “Go ahead and slip out of those clothes for me, girl. Let me get a good look at that nubian body.”
Color rising in her cheeks, Sawira hesitantly started to disrobe. She eliminated her t-shirt to disclose a pair of good, perky breasts, capped with chocolate nipples. Turning to face the director, she shimmied out of her denim shorts, baring a cute little bush atop her pussy.
“NNngh… Yes, Mmmmm, deliciously sexy,” the director growled, palming her breasts and pinching the nipples, sending jolts of enjoyment by her physique.
Sawira bit her lip, unused to such daring touching. But the stranger’s professional arms ignited a hearth in her loins. She discovered herself gyrating her hips, craving extra of his contact.
The director flipped her round and bent her over the desk. He groped her plump ass, giving it a agency smack. “Such a juicy posterior! It was made for spanking. In fact…” He freed his thick, veiny cock from his pants. “Let’s see how it takes a proper fucking.”
Sawira flashed a naughty grin over her shoulder. “I’m no prude. I’m down for anything that gets me that contract.”
With that the director plunged his throbbing member deep into Sawira’s tight, moist snatch. She cried out in a combination of ache and pleasure, initially unaccustomed to the dimensions. But quickly the director had her bouncing on his cock like a professional, her exquisitely toned physique jiggling with every deep thrust.
“Ohhnh! Fuck! Harder!” she moaned, rapture constructing in her physique.
The director obliged, jackhammering her relentlessly, his heavy balls smacking towards her clit. His proper hand traveled right down to her engorged clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
“Cum for me,” he grunted. “Cum all over this white cock!”
His professional contact despatched Sawira over the sting. She convulsed in ecstasy, nails digging into the desk, an explosive orgasm ripping by her younger nubile physique.
“AAHHHH! FUCK YESSSS! I’M CUMMMMMING!” Her velvety partitions clamped round his shaft like a vice as she squirted her lady juice in waves, soaking his cock and balls.
The director continued railing her by orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm. Finally, with a roar, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her tight canal with thick ropes of pearly spunk. He watched, half-smiling, as his seed started leaking out round his cock, drizzling down her tanned thighs.
Breathing closely, the director withdrew and put his softening member again in his pants. Turning Sawira round, he kissed her absolutely on the lips, his tongue swirling with hers.
“I do believe you’ve earned a spot on our roster, Miss,” he stated, smirking. “Welcome to the company. I think you’re going to do great things.”
