Avery Jane Is More Than a Little Convincing Over at Cherry Pimps

This is Burbank and You Don’t Fuck with Burbank.

I can’t even pretend to be objective when it comes to Charles Dera. He is just a damn handsome man. Not a boy. A man. Also, he’s generally a dapper dresser, which always puts an extra bit of zing into my underwear. He’s as handsome as ever as the owner of the Petite Models Agency, which specializes, as you might imagine, in petite models. When Cherry Pimps sends Avery Jane in to get on the agency’s list of models, it seems like a great idea. Somehow, Charles doesn’t agree that this “Petite Model is Ready to Take a Big Part.”

What the hell is with him, anyway?

No, Charles, who’s been bitching on the phone to another agent, just doesn’t think that Avery has what it takes to be a Petite Model Agency girl. First off, he insists, the roster is full. Secondly, she’s not quite petite enough. This is a point that Avery is willing to argue. She drops two feet from her height by sliding down his body until her face is at his crotch. At that, things become easier for him to see and he observes at how “petite” her hands are. He assures her that being a Petite Model means working very hard, so “Let’s see if we can get my cock to grow in your mouth.”

Given that her tongue is pierced, you know that getting guys hard with her mouth is one of her goals. But is it a “petite” goal? It had better be because that’s a word that’s repeated ad nauseum during the scene’s 25 minutes. Charles, however, does not possess a petite cock, which means that it stimulates Avery’s salivary glands even as her tongue stud is stimulating it. This results in the traditional sputtering and drool running off of her chin, but Avery wears it well. She’s adorable and sexy. She can wear nearly anything well. She certainly wears her blue and black lace lingerie well, until she’s wearing it as a belt after apologizing for her breasts not being “petite.”

Having been easily forgiven for the size of her enhancements, the dark-skinned beauty is bent over Charles’ work desk and her pussy inspected from behind. Avery has learned that part of her interview involves a very hands-on component that, as a woman observer, looks mostly for show, but for a man may well be a big part of the fun. Having held her head down for some of this and, theoretically, gotten her good and turned on, Charles slips that understandably famous cock of his between her exposed pussy lips, and she makes all the right noises.

He may dress like a gentleman, but Charles can be a very dirty man. At this point, we’re well into his dirtiness, and he only gets more in need of a spiritual colonic as things go along. He grabs a boob, shoves his fingers into her mouth, spreads her jaw open, and pushes her down onto the table. That’s him being nice. Soon she’s on her knees and he’s tea bagging the holy hell out of her pretty face.

Perhaps in atonement, agency head Charles and his wannabe Petite Model relocate to a bedroom for some positions that look less like they violate international peace treaties. She kneels for some more dicking and he drools on her pussy for lube before they snuggle in a spoon that seems to really hit the spot for Avery. It certainly inspires some cock and balls slobbering. She doesn’t even need his ankle behind her neck, but I’m sure it helps her stay focused. Let’s hope so because that’s where it winds up.

Avery is determined to make an impression on Charles and, slobber running from her pretty mouth, she asks him how the interview is going, pointing out that her goal is to become the agency’s most famous petite model.

Hey, it all starts on the couch, he observes.

The interview isn’t over, though, so Avery still has a few more qualifications to demonstrate. Her pussy earns praise whether it’s facing him or facing the camera. During the latter, she looks deliciously savory glancing over her shoulder and showing off her half-shaved head. Oh, and the shape of her butt and hips! Such a sight to behold. She follows that up by looking surprisingly pretty with her legs folded back and her feet back by her head while getting railed by the older and very distinguished man.

In her last bid to prove that she, as a “Petite Model is Ready to Take a Big Part,” she drops to her knees beside the bed and extends her eager tongue for a load of Charles’ sticky stuff. She doesn’t have to wait long, with most landing in her panting mouth and some across a nostril. From the way Charles talks, she just might have a new job.

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