Fake Agent Athletic looking model fucks for jobs in 1st casting interview [Fake Agent]

The white couch, crisp and untouched, was about to be defiled. The athletic model, all taut muscles and gleaming skin, stood before me, her eyes wide with a mix of innocence and hunger. “So, you’re willing to do whatever it takes for this job?” My voice was a low growl, hungry and insistent. She nodded, her breath hitching as I circled her like a predator. “Good.” I ordered her to her knees, the carpet rough against her skin. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for my belt, unbuckling it with urgent fingers. She pulled out my thick cock, already hard and throbbing, and wrapped her lips around it, sucking eagerly. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair, forcing her to take more of me. She gagged slightly, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. She was desperate, eager to please, to prove herself. I could see her asshole clenching and unclenching as she bobbed her head, her pussy dripping onto the carpet. I pulled her off my cock with a wet pop, spinning her around and bending her over the arm of the couch. I could see her tight little asshole, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. I spat on her ass, rubbing it in with my thumb before lining up my cock and slamming into her. She screamed, a raw, primal sound, her body convulsing as I pounded into her. Her pussy was tight, hot, and wet, gripping my cock like a vice. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in harsh circles. She moaned, her body pushing back against mine, meeting my thrusts. I could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. I leaned down, my teeth sinking into her shoulder as I came, my cock pulsing and spurting deep inside her. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body milking every last drop from me.