Footsie casting

Britney Young sits across from the camera. Her smile is small and tight, like she's holding something back. She knows what they're looking for today. Not talk. Just proof. She slips off one heel and rests her bare foot on the edge of the chair. Toes painted pink, the arch high and clean. She watches the reaction. When it comes, she brings the other foot up, slow, letting the legs part just enough to show she's ready. The guy steps in. Britney doesn't wait. She leans forward and takes him in her mouth, lips sliding down with steady rhythm. No teasing. She works him deep, throat open, eyes half-closed. Her hands stay on her thighs, giving everything through her mouth alone. When he pulls back she lifts both feet again, soles soft and warm. She wraps them around him, pressing the balls together, stroking in even pulls. The pace stays controlled. Her toes curl over the head on each pass, catching every twitch. He finishes across her arches. Thick ropes settle into the curves. Britney holds still, feet together, letting the camera see the mess she made. Then she lowers them, one at a time, like the job is done.