FakeAgent Posh amateur tries anal in casting [Fake Agent]

A grimy apartment, cheap furniture, and a nervous smile from a woman dressed for a business meeting, not a casting couch. She’s here to fuck, though, or at least that’s the plan. The agent, a weasel in a cheap suit, circles her like a vulture. “Ever done anal?” he asks, his voice a slimy crawl. She swallows hard, shakes her head. “Good,” he grins, “we’ll fix that.” He pushes her down onto the couch, red stockings riding up her thighs. He shoves her jacket open, greedily tugs at her blouse, exposing her tits. He sucks on her nipples, hard, making her gasp. His hand slides up her skirt, rough fingers hooking into her panties, yanking them down. He forces her legs apart, spit-slicked fingers probing her asshole. She tenses, but he just laughs, “Relax, sweetheart. You’re here to learn.”

She’s trembling as he unzips, his cock springing out, thick and veiny. He jerks it a few times, then presses the head against her tight hole. “Breathe,” he commands, and she does, a shaky inhale as he pushes in, inch by inch. She whimpers, her nails digging into the couch. He grabs her hips, pulls her onto him, until he’s fully sheathed in her ass. He starts to fuck her, slow and deep, his balls slapping against her skin. She moans, a filthy sound, as he reaches around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubs it in time with his thrusts, her body responding despite herself. He’s grunting now, his pace quickening, his cock pounding into her ass. She’s screaming, a mix of pain and pleasure, as he roars, his cum filling her up. He pulls out, his spunk dripping from her asshole, a dirty, raw sight.