Watch as I take control of this thick cock and squeeze my soft tits together to create the perfect tight tunnel. My cleavage becomes his personal pussy, warm, deep, and hungry. I tease his shaft with my cleavage, guiding every thrust as he slides between my milky mounds. My hands roam, pinching my hard nipples, then squeezing and pulling my plump breasts to tighten the grip around his cock. Faster now, slap, slap, slap! His hips piston as I milk every inch with my cleavage alone. Then it hits, a gush of hot, white, sticky cum spurting across my chest, landing thick on both tits. I don’t waste a drop. I rub it in slow circles, coating every inch of my curves with his release, then lick my cum covered fingers one by one, savoring the salty sweetness like a goddess who’s earned her tribute.

I’m sitting on the bed in my blue tank top and cutoff jeans, casual, calm, and completely done. I look my husband in the eye and drop the bomb. “I met someone. He’s hot. He’s confident… and his cock is massive.” I’ve had enough of half-hearted orgasms and pretending I’m satisfied while his tiny dick fails me night after night. So, I’m done. I’m divorcing him. And I’m marrying the bull, the real man who can actually fill me, stretch me, and make me scream the way I deserve. He gets hard just hearing about it, pathetic, and starts stroking himself like a desperate little worm. I stop him with a slap to the wrist. “You don’t get to touch yourself to this. Not anymore.” Then, I pull out my phone, call my bull, and whisper: “He’s out. The house is clear. Come claim what’s yours.” This isn’t just a fantasy, this is the revenge of an unsatisfied wife. And I’ve never been more turned on.

Powering up… beep boop welcome to your new favorite fantasy. I’m not just your curvy, brunette goddess anymore… I’ve been reprogrammed. Dressed in a fiery red bra and thong that hugs every curve, I rise from the bed with mechanical grace, a full-functioning, pleasure-seeking robot. My hips click into gear as I strut across the room, every step calculated, seductive, and utterly commanding. I pause system check initiated  then BAM, I spank my own plump, round ass like a circuit overload. No human could resist this level of precision. I twist, arch, and pose with robotic rhythm, then drop into a slow, rhythmic dance, my phat robot ass jiggling on command, obeying only your gaze. My movements are cold metal… but my heat? That’s all real. Can your system handle me?

Welcome to Phoenix’s Casting Couch, where charm meets performance… and staying hard is the only requirement. Tonight, I’m auditioning Kitty Gamer Boy, a shy, sweet new guy hoping to break into the industry. We’re curled up in bed, me in a tight red dress that hugs every curve, him nervous but eager. We chat, really connect, about the adult world, fantasies, and the wild journey of self-expression. Laughter flows, tension builds. And while we talk? My hand slides into his pants, wrapping around his cock to test what he’s really made of. Can he keep that dick stiff while I tease, stroke, and distract him with my voice, my curves, my touch? It’s not just about size, it’s about stamina, focus, and submission. Will he pass the test? Or will he blow his load before the final question?