SQUIRT QUEEN!! She Does It The Most!!
The Casting
She was called the “Squirt Queen,” a tad crass but accurate. Camilla was a petite alabaster beauty, with delicate features and apple-sized breasts. At first glance, her unassuming figure belied her raw, primal sexuality. Today was her big break, an amateur casting call for a niche porn website. Little did Camilla know, her life was about to change forever.
Camilla entered the casting studio, a large industrial loft filled with equipment, fake plants, and some gaudy furniture. A thick-shouldered hulk of a man sat behind the camera, his brow heavy and his eyes predatory. He told her his name wasollander, but Camilla noticed it didn’t match thebrucewillisheadshoton the wall behind him.
“Nice to meet you… IrnJust call me B,” the man said with a leer. “Now let’s see what you’ve got. We like to get to know the talent before bringing ’em on board, you know what I mean?” He winked, and Camilla felt a shiver run down her spine. This was not what she expected.
B unfolded himself from the director’s chair, standing well over six feet tall. He circled Camilla like a shark, his eyes roaming her body. “So are you ready to show me what that tight little body can do?” he purred.
Camilla’s heart raced as she nodded meekly. This was really happening – her first audition, and already she was making out with the director! Well, when in Rome, right? She puckered up and gave bruce a deep, sloppy kiss. He growled appreciatively and his hands roamed her figure, squeezing her tiny tits and giving her ass a hard smack. “Mmm, good stuff,” he rumbled.
But this was just the beginning. B hauled up Camilla’s short skirt and ripped off her flimsy lace thong. “Let’s get your pussy wet, little Cum Dumpster,” he sneered as he arrested her glistening slit. His strong fingers worked magic, making Camilla moan and gyrate. Her panties were soaked through in no time.
“Real wet! And tight!” B gasped as he sank two thick fingers deep into Camilla’s hungry cunt. Her hips bucked and she utterly drenched his hand with honey. This little minx was going to be a big fucking hit – on screen and off.
B was hard as a rock, his monster tenting his flannel button-down. “Gotta fuck this prime piece of ass,” he grunted. He spun Camilla around and bent her over, shoving her face into a cheap couch pillow. Her underwear was still tangled around one ankle, the ruffled edge tickling her shin.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Camilla squealed as B drove his massive cock into her sopping cunt. He hilted to the root, his heavy balls smacking her clit. She’d never been stretched like this! Her walls clenched desperately around the invading cock, trying to milk it for all its worth.
“Oooh shit, tight little fuckhole!” B snarled. He set up a ruthless pounding, plowing her with swift, brutal thrusts. The whole studio shook with the force of his thrusts. “Fffuck, gonna creampie this slutty little moneymaker,” he grunted.
And creampie he did, as the diminutive beauty squirted around his pistoning rod. Her shorts were soaked, her hair damp with exertion, her pussy *flooded* with cum. “Take it! Take all this jizz!” B howled victoriously as he pumped load after load into her greedy snatch. She was overflowing – yes, *this* was the “Squirt Queen” indeed!
Finally spent, B extracted his wilting cock from her battered cunt, a thick river of semen following in its wake. Camilla collapsed to the couch, her nether regions oozing with pearly cream. “You’re hired,” B informed her with a victorious grin, giving her ass one final spank. It was going to be great working with her. Dollar signs danced in his eyes as he pictured the money shots to come
