Teen brunette shows her cute body
Discovering Herself
As the camera started rolling, a nervous smile spread across Lacey’s face. The 19-year-old brunette shifted her weight from one foot to another, feeling exposed yet exhilarated under the bright studio lights. She took a deep breath, her ample bosom rising beneath the thin fabric of her white tank top.
“So, tell us a little about yourself, Lacey,” the producer prompted from off-camera.
“Uh, well, I’m 19…” she started, twirling a lock of chestnut hair around her finger. “I just graduated high school last spring. And I’ve always been really interested in modeling.”
“Great! And what made you want to come in today and audition for Bikini Car Washstars?” He infused his voice with enthusiasm.
Lacey bit her plump lower lip, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. “I’ve always loved showing off my body. Especially my perky tits and tight ass,” she said, voice dripping with suggestiveness.
The producer chuckled, clearly enjoying this brash young newcomer. “Well, we’re happy to have you here. Why don’t you start by giving the camera a little twirl, sweetheart?”
Lacey didn’t need to be told twice. She did a slow 360, ass first, making sure to really put her hips into it. Her high-waisted denim shorts rode up, giving a tantalizing peek of the curve where her thigh met her ass.
As she came back around to face the camera, she reached down and slowly peeled off her tank top. Her bra was a frilly white number, barely able to contain her large, aching breasts. Lacey allowed the tank top to slip to the floor before casually reaching behind her back to unclasp the bra.
Her tits spilled free, nipples already stiff with arousal. She cupped the heavy globes, thumbs teasing against the dusky peaks. “Do you like what you see so far?” she asked coyly, eyes locked with the camera.
“Very much,” the producer replied, voice gone husky.
Lacey grinned, a dimple popping in her cheek. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and shimmied them past her hips, bending at the waist to draw out the reveal. Round, juicy cheeks clad in skimpy white cotton panties were unveiled.
Straightening back up, Lacey shimmied the shorts past her thighs, letting them drop the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped out of them, now clad in nothing but her bra and panties, both straining against the curves they struggled to contain.
“These panties are getting awfully damp,” Lacey murmured, running a finger along the seam of her underwear, “showing off my body like this seems to really turn me on.”
She slipped a hand beneath the wisp of lace, fingers eagerly seeking her swollen clit. “Mmm yeah, I’m already so wet.” Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple as she ground her hips against her rubbing fingers.
The producer’s breathing was ragged as he watched her touch herself. “Lose the bra and panties, Lacey. Let’s see all of you.”
“With pleasure,” she purred. The flimsy bra came off with a flick of her wrist, unleashing her magnificent tits. They bounced free, nipples puckered and pointing straight at the camera. Then she was hooking her thumbs in the sides of her underwear and skimming them down her trim legs.
Down, down they went, past her candy pink pedicure, past her smooth thighs, bunching at her knees as Lacey stepped out of them. A neatly trimmed thatch of dark curls covered her mound, making the producer’s mouth water.
Lacey boldly parted her legs and got two fingers, wiggling them deep into her tight, dripping hole. “Ooh you want a taste of this hot little cunt, don’t you?” she taunted, other hand tugging at her nipple. “I bet you’d love to lick all my sweet cum.”
She was wild, wanton, careless. A brazen young bombshell unleashed on the unsuspecting world. A brunette teen seductress, ready to tempt and tease and make every man her willing slave.
Slowly, methodically, she drove two fingers in and out of her slick channel, free hand still playing with her lush breasts. Her eyes slanted sultrily at the camera, tongue sneaking out to wet her plump lips.
“I think this cunt is ready for a real cock… what about you?” Lacey cooed breathily, biting down on her lower lip. “Think mine will fit nice and deep? Stretch me in all the right places?” She crooked her fingers up to rub against her sensitive front wall.
The producer could only whimper, rendered speechless by this incredible display. No need for words though – Lacey was more than content to keep up her filthy monologue.
“Can’t wait for some hot stud to split open this tight little hole on his big, thick cock. Pound that cunt raw until my juices are dripping down his balls.” She scissored her fingers, stretching herself open obscenely.
Lacey looked directly into the camera, hazel eyes glinting with untamed lust. “I bet he’ll fuck me so good I’ll be a drooling, babbling mess begging for more. Over and over until he fills every one of my holes with his hot, sticky cum.”
Straightening her fingers inside herself, Lacey stroked along her front wall over and over, chasing her building peak. “Gonna fuck myself on a real dick, need it so bad…” she whimpered.
Her ministrations grew more frantic, hips bucking wildly against her hand. “So close baby, gonna cum all over this cock…”
With a keening moan, Lacey climaxed, clear slick fluids dripping down her thighs to puddle on the floor beneath her. She shuddered through the aftershocks, a satisfied smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips.
“There,” she sighed, making a show of licking her sticky fingers. “Just a little preview of what’s to come.” She winked, eyes sparkling wickedly. “Not that I’m opposed to giving you much, much more.”
The producer choked out a laugh, giving Lacey the brightest of grins. He was still hard, imagining all the other delights yet to come from having this girl as a Bikini Car Washstar.
After all, a naughty girl like this was just getting started…
