Backstage with Samantha Rise

Samantha Rise sits in the dim rehearsal room, dark hair spilling over her shoulders, and every move she makes feels calculated to test the man across from her. She knows what she wants. Nick Lang is there to coach her lines, but the words stop mattering once she notices the way his slacks have filled out. Her English falters, her thighs press together, and the next breath comes out in a slow exhale. She leans forward, lets her blouse slide off one shoulder, and reaches for his belt without asking. His cock springs free, thick and already wet at the tip. Samantha wraps her lips around the head, sucks with wet, noisy hunger, then takes him deeper until her throat tightens around the shaft. Spit trails down her chin when she pulls off to breathe. She stands, turns, and peels her panties down to her ankles. Her cunt is already glossy. Nick pushes two fingers inside her, works them until she rocks back against his hand, then replaces them with his cock in one smooth thrust. Samantha braces against the desk, grunting each time he bottoms out. Her ass sways, urging him deeper. She reaches back, spreads herself, and glances over her shoulder. The invitation is clear. Nick spits on her tight ring, presses the head of his cock to it, and pushes in. Samantha bites her lip, exhales, and lets him stretch her open. Every inch sinks in until his hips meet her cheeks. He starts fucking her in steady, hard strokes, one hand gripping her waist, the other sliding between her legs to rub her clit. She comes with a sharp cry, her ass clenching around him, and Nick follows, pumping his load deep inside her while she pushes back to take every drop.