Big Tits Latina make-up artist goes all the way in Casting -[Fake Agent]

She’s a vision in silver, her voluptuous curves draped in a shimmering dress that hugs every inch of her lush body. Her eyes, lined with kohl, lock onto mine, and she smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing. She starts talking, her accent thick and sultry, licking her lips as she leans in, her massive tits straining against the fabric. “Maybe I can get you lots of work,” she purrs, her hand trailing up my thigh, her fingers brushing against my stiffening cock. She’s not subtle, and she doesn’t need to be. She knows what she wants, and she’s going to take it. She squeezes my dick through my pants, her grip firm and insistent. “But first, let’s see what you’ve got,” she whispers, her breath hot on my ear. She unzips my fly, her fingers deftly working the button, and she pulls out my throbbing cock. She licks her lips again, her eyes never leaving mine, and she leans down, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive tip. She takes me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my shaft, and she starts to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she takes me deeper and deeper. She’s a pro, her mouth working my cock like a fucking champ. She sucks and slurps, her saliva dripping down her chin as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. She gags slightly, but she doesn’t stop, her eyes watering as she looks up at me, her mouth full of my cock. She pulls back, gasping for breath, and she spits on my dick, her saliva mixing with her makeup, creating a messy, filthy contrast. She strokes me, her hand slick with spit, and she leans down again, her tongue licking up the shaft, cleaning off the mess she’s made. She takes me back into her mouth, her head bobbing faster now, her hand working in tandem with her lips. She’s a fucking machine, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony, driving me wild with lust. She pulls back again, her breath ragged, and she looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. “Fuck, you taste good,” she says, her voice husky with lust. She stands up, her dress falling to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong. She turns around, bending over slightly, giving me a perfect view of her ass. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with lust. “So, what do you think?” she asks, her voice a low purr. “Think you can handle this?” She reaches back, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong, and she slowly pulls it down, revealing her glistening pussy. She steps out of the thong, kicking it to the side, and she turns to face me, her body on full display. She’s a fucking goddess, her curves and tits and ass driving me wild with lust. She knows it, too, her smirk never leaving her face as she walks towards me, her hips swaying seductively. She straddles me, her pussy pressing against my cock, and she grinds against me, her wetness coating my shaft. She leans down, her tits pressing against my chest, and she whispers in my ear, “Fuck me.”