Extremely Good looking MILF fucks agent on casting couch – Fake Agent

The room was a stale mix of desperation and cheap cologne, the casting couch a relic of seedy promises. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, “You want to see what I’ve got, agent?” Her tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of his ear, making him shiver. She stood, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her lace-covered tits, nipples hard and begging to be sucked. She straddled him, her skirt riding up to show off her stockings and garter belt. “Want to feel how wet I am for you?” she purred, grinding against his crotch, feeling his cock harden. She reached down, unbuckled his belt, and freed his throbbing shaft. With a wicked smile, she impaled herself on him, her pussy slick and hot, taking him deep. She rode him hard, her tits bouncing, her moans filling the room. She leaned down, biting his lip, drawing blood. “Fuck me like you mean it, agent,” she growled, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

She flipped him over, pushing him down onto the couch. She climbed on top, her ass in the air, giving him a perfect view of her pussy stretched around his cock. She reached back, spreading her ass cheeks, revealing her tight little asshole. She spit on it, rubbing her saliva in, preparing herself. She eased down on his cock, her asshole stretching to accommodate him. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound, as she took him in, inch by inch. She rode him slow, her ass bouncing, her tits swaying. She reached back, playing with her clit, her moans growing louder. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy and asshole clenching around his cock. She milked him for all he was worth, his cum filling her up, dripping out of her asshole and onto the couch. She collapsed on top of him, her body slick with sweat, her breath ragged. “That’s what you get for being a fake agent,” she whispered, a satisfied smile on her face.