Impromptu Lesbian Casting

Gracie Green walked into that casting room like she'd been waiting her whole life. Rachael Cavalli sat across from her, all legs and power suits, exuding the kind of confidence that made girls forget their lines. Rachael fired off the usual questions, then came the one that mattered: 'Ever been with a woman?' Gracie shook her head. Rachael smiled, wicked and slow, then told her to strip. Gracie peeled down to nothing and bent over, exposing herself. Rachael's eyes locked on her cunt and her asshole—both pinker, tighter, prettier than anything she'd ever seen. She dropped her own clothes and spread her thighs. Gracie got on her knees, hesitated only a second, and dragged her tongue up Rachael's slick folds. She learned fast. She found the rhythm, the pressure, the spots that made Rachael's thighs tense. Then Rachael flipped her onto her back and showed her exactly what experience looked like: a mouth sealed to her swollen clit, a thick dildo eased into her soaked pussy in one steady thrust, then that same skilled tongue working lower, circling her asshole with deliberate pressure until Gracie couldn't stop shaking. Every filthy angle covered, no space left untouched. When it was over, Gracie lay there, flushed and wrecked, and knew one thing for certain: if it ain't dyked, it ain't right.