Casting

I've always imagined what it would be like to be in an exciting sex scene. No clothes covering my body, just pure openness and vulnerability. My thoughts are full of anticipation and excitement as I imagine every detail of this fantasy.

I imagine the room filled with the warm light of the spotlights as I lie down on the bed. My skin tingles with excitement as I feel the other actor's hands on my body. His fingers glide over my bare breasts, gently kneading them and making them feel softer, and as my nipples erect, hard and aroused.

I can feel a pleasant dampness building between my thighs as he moves his lips to the crook of my neck and down my body. His tongue explores every curve, every inch of my bare skin. A soft moan escapes my lips as he kneels between my legs and presses his lips to my aroused clitoris. An intense shiver of pleasure runs through my body as he makes me quiver with skillful movements.

I can smell the scent of arousal in the air and it makes me even wilder. His hands explore my thighs as his tongue bores deeper into me. I moan out loud as he pleasures me with abandon and passion.

Oh, this thought of seeing my lust on the big screen is driving me mad. It's a mixture of vanity and pure exhibitionism that excites me. The idea of my exposed body movements and the ecstasy of my facial expression being visible to everyone makes my excitement rise immeasurably. But so far I haven't managed to get the right role for that, so for a long time it remained a fantasy of my sleepless nights.

My heart races as I suddenly find myself naked on the red carpet. The thrill and excitement run through my body as the flashes of the cameras are directed at me.

The cool air caresses my aroused nipples and buttocks and I feel the tingling sensation on my skin. The attention I receive fills me with pride.

I can literally feel people's eyes on my skin as they hungrily hold on to me. The mixture of surprise and desire that glows in their eyes ignites an unbridled passion in me. It's as if my body was made for this moment.

The cameras flash relentlessly and I enjoy every second of this public unveiling. My nudity becomes a work of art, an expression of my sexual freedom and desire. I allow my body to be proudly and confidently presented on the red carpet, without shame or restraint.

My nipples are stiff and hard and I can literally feel them pulsating. It's as if I've attached the extra-strong clamps that I love and hate at the same time. The sharp tug and intense stimulation drive me crazy.

Every breath intensifies the feeling as if my nipples are being held tightly by invisible hands. The mixture of pain and pleasure sends me into a frenzy of the senses. I open my mouth slightly and breathe heavily.

The sensations intensify. Every breeze that caresses my breasts, every glance that falls on my aroused nipples, ignites a fire in me. Suddenly the stimulation of my clitoris begins. It's as if a thousand fine electrical impulses are touching my most sensitive spot. My clit pulsates with excitement and I can feel the throbbing desire.

While I enjoy the full attention of the press, I scream out my orgasm. My moans are picked up by the cameras and mingle with the flurry of flashes. I can feel the excitement spreading throughout my body. Every nerve, every fiber of my being seems to be focused on the climax of pleasure at this moment. The heat that builds up in my lap is overwhelming. I can literally feel the pulsating energy coursing through my clitoris, driving me into a breathtaking orgasm.

As I reach my climax, I twitch with pleasure, my body shakes in ecstasy and my screams drown out the clicking of the cameras. In that moment I discover my agent with the doll in his hand behind a pillar.