Victoria’s Casting Goes Hard – Italianfetishvr

“Audition probabilities are high for this particular lead role,” Gina grinned wickedly as she paced back and forth in the dimly lit soundstage of ItalianFetishVR. The sexy Italian bombshell had no qualms about exercising her power as talent scout for the company’s upcoming adult film, “Il Plumbero -inVR”. Her piercing blue eyes roved hungrily over the nervous vixen up for grabs.

Emma trembled with equal parts anxiety and undeniable arousal as she stood in the spotlight’s harsh glow, gazing adoringly at the savvy seductress now perusing her naked body in intimate detail. With a heart thumping like a wild stallion, Emma somehow found the courage to step forward and lock eyes with her future Princess of Perversion.

“Darling, what’s your name?” Gina purred, circling the rattled vixen like a lioness preparing to pounce.

“Emma,” she breathed timidly, holding the raven-haired temptress’s hypnotizing gaze.

“A vixen and a name of an angel.” Gina twirled a lock of the buxom beauty’s hair around her finger, inhaling the intoxicating scent of innocence and lust. “I have a feeling this little audition is going to be quite… physiologically stimulating.”

The voluptuous Venice native then clicked an intimate button on the soundstage’s wall panel. Instantly, a stirring symphony of seduction began to fill the air, the dark throbbing bass reverberating through every inch of the immaculately perverse set.

“How about we begin with the script reading?” Gina aqueous ruby lips curved up into an intriguingly devious smirk. “$#!?% a hairy c@%#$!,” she said, pushing the vixen back onto a luxurious leather sofa and savagely fingering her dripping sex.

Emma could barely think, much less conjugate, as Gina continued assaulting her quivering quim with deft fingers. Ol’ Guinness himself would take notes on the speed of her lascivious tirade. Finally, she penetrated deeply, and pulled out her hand, taking Emma’s and making her smell her own arousal. “That’s the script honey. That’s all the concentration you need…”. Soon, she had muzzled the girl, forcing her to lick the wet honey from her fingers.

“Oooh, I like the enthusiasm vixen!” Gina cooed. “I think we’ve found our leading lady!”

“Audition on!”

With Emma still dazed and awestruck, the succubus leaned back into the credited couch, tugging the barely legal vixen down upon her chest. Prisoner and captor locked into a passionate embrace, all inhibitions jettisoned into oblivion as the ladies lost themselves in a swirl of sliding, undulating flesh.

Tits mashed together by Greek love, faces hovered inches apart, lips locking into a blistering kiss, probing wet tongues slithering against one another. Mmmnnnh, mmmpph! Emma’s breath quickened with each heated pulse.

Roman revivalism steeped the air, sweat turning the hooks of the Hounds to Hawaiian rain kisses. Gina’s arranged nails walked up the goose pimpled line of Emma’s torso. Escalating static. French kissed onto a pointed nip—unhook, twist, work the nub.

The goddess growled wetly into the pillow of fluffy black hair as Emma lapped at her throbbing pearl, her virgin tongue eagerly tracing the sensitive folds of her clitoris. “Ffffuck, yessss…” the wicked vixen shuddered, gripping tight to her new plaything’s jet black hair and urging her on.

“The savage slurping and dousing administration. Loosening the helm of the slobbered-up organ, stoking the swell with persistent lapping gushings. Re-bathing it with drool clots only to lick it clean again. Giving it some airtime, before ducking it back down. Burying the nose into her pouch. Prowling her lips till they kiss the teat. Lapping the place where the piss comes out. Tonguing into the depths below. Unveiling each state of her sex. Until the formidable tractor of her tongue heaves the jug into full gyration.”

Gravity parked on a studdering pant. “C’mon baby, make Mamma Gina cum on that naughty little tongue. Momma’s getting close…” Releasing a rebel yell, Emma redoubled her efforts, suckling her mistress’s engorged bud feverishly.

“MmmmmnnnhhhHWWWHHAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!” Sally billowed, bending to the blow as her powerful convulsions finally exploded through her. Tremors racked her toned body. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. High camp detonation gave way to collapsed, spent, space thrilled ecstasy.

Gina threw her arms around the thoroughly satisfied vixen, kissing her deeply and thrusting her hands into Emma’s hair once more. “You did so well, my rakish Italian minx!” she gasped breathlessly. “The part is yours. Welcome to the cast of Italian Fetish VR!”

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