Jezebel Audition

Andi Rye lies on the couch like she owns it. Legs open, skirt bunched at her hips, she’s already wet. The producer tells her to show him what she’s got. She smiles, lifts the skirt higher, and spreads herself wider for him. She sinks to her knees without being told. His cock is thick, heavy. She takes the head first, then more, jaw stretched, spit dripping down her chin. Her throat opens around him, slow and steady, until her nose presses to his skin. She holds there, breathing through her nose, eyes wet. He pulls her up, bends her over the table. One hand on her hip, the other pushing her head down. He slides into her deep. No warning. She groans, pushes back, takes every inch. He fucks her steady, hard, skin slapping loud in the quiet room. Her cunt grips him, slick and hot, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. He turns her, sits her on the edge. Lifts one leg, pushes back inside. Her tits bounce with every thrust. She keeps her eyes on his, mouth open, letting the sounds come out raw. He reaches between them, rubs her clit while he fucks her deeper. She comes hard, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around his cock. He pulls out fast, hand on her jaw. She opens her mouth, tongue out. He strokes once, twice, then shoots across her tongue, her lips, her cheek. Thick ropes paint her face. Some lands inside. She swallows, licks her lips, looks up at him like she’s not finished. The camera catches everything. No cut. Just Andi, face messy, eyes bright, already leaning in for more.