The casting room door clicks shut. The blonde interviewer – tight pencil skirt, blouse unbuttoned just enough – smirks and says “you’re not on the list… but stay.” He doesn’t hesitate. She’s pinned against the desk in seconds, skirt hiked up, panties yanked aside. He slams his thick black cock raw deep into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. She gasps “fuck yes,” legs wrapping tight around him while the desk shakes, papers flying. Mirrors reflect every angle: her tits bouncing free, his hands gripping her hips, pounding relentlessly. She cums screaming, pussy pulsing hard around him. He flips her doggy, railed harder until she squirts across the floor. He pulls out, strokes fast and unloads thick ropes all over her face and tits, cum dripping down her chin while she licks her lips gasping
