The Audition: Busty Blonde Bombshell

Kenzie Taylor shows up to read for a part. The line hits her like a slap: Stretch my tight little pink asshole? She stumbles through it and Xander Corvus doesn’t waste time with notes. He shoves an acrylic plug inside her, tells her to say it again. She tries. He swaps the plug for a metal dildo, then a glass one, reaming her ass until the words come out tighter, dirtier. Her long blonde hair clings to her back, dress stretched over those heavy tits, heels still on. She drops to her knees anyway, opens wide, lets him fuck her throat until spit strings from her chin to her cleavage. He ropes her to a table—one leg cocked high, wrists pinned—and forces a ball gag between her teeth. Flogger, zapper, his cock. Every strike lights her thighs red. He switches between glass and flesh, pounding her ass until the table shakes. Then he flips her onto her back, ankles roped to wrists, and runs his dick from her stretched hole to her dripping cunt to her gasping mouth without pause. She comes so hard the ropes creak. Finally, on all fours, arms cinched behind her, nipples clamped, she takes another throat-deep fuck until he paints her tits white. Panting, she spits the line out one last time—raw, hungry, convinced.