Who wants to be the next top model?

Michelle Moist walks in like she already owns the room. Clean lines, crisp shirt, nothing left to chance. One look at the guy holding the camera and she knows exactly where the real test is. She drops the jacket. Then the shirt. Then the last scrap of silk between her thighs. He keeps shooting, but his free hand is already opening his belt. She kneels without a word, lips parting as she takes that thick black cock in one smooth stroke. No teasing. Just heat and spit and the wet sound of her throat working. He grips her hair, thrusts, and she takes it deeper, mascara already smearing. When he bends her over the studio table she spreads for him without asking. He slams in hard, skin slapping, her cunt gripping him like she’s scared he’ll pull out. Each thrust knocks another breath out of her, but she pushes back harder, hungry for every inch. The shutter keeps clicking, catching every slick angle while she earns her next shot.