Blind Submission: A Leather Encounter

The scent of leather and anticipation hung heavy in the air as Logan greeted Jia, a genuine smile gracing his face. “Come in, Jia! I’m Logan—nice to meet you. Have a seat on the sofa,” he said, gesturing towards the plush, leather couch. “You know why you’re here, right? We’re casting for adult films, and we need to make sure you’re comfortable and confident on camera.”

“Okay, sounds great!” Jia replied, her voice laced with a subtle excitement.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, but first—strip to your underwear,” he instructed, his gaze sweeping over her with an appraising intensity.

Jia didn’t hesitate, her movements graceful and deliberate as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Then, she shimmied out of her jeans, revealing a lacy white bra and matching panties. Turning around, she presented her figure to Logan, her posture relaxed yet alluring. “Very nice,” he remarked, his eyes lingering on her curves. “Now, sit down again.” She reclined on the sofa, one foot propped up on the armrest, the other draped casually on the cushion, her body radiating an undeniable sensuality.

“Do you like sex?” Logan asked, leaning forward slightly, his voice a low rumble.

“I love sex,” Jia answered without a beat, her eyes sparkling with desire.

Logan chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice. “What if you’re not getting it? Do you masturbate?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

“Do you prefer fingers or toys?” Logan pressed, his eyes never leaving her.

“Both,” she confessed, her lips curving into a playful smile. “I start with fingers.”

“Stand up,” Logan instructed, his voice firm yet gentle. “Lose the bra now.”

Jia’s fingers moved deftly to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and letting it fall away, revealing her bare tits. She turned back to face him, her body a canvas of anticipation. “Now cup your tits in your hands,” he said, his voice laced with a suggestive tone. “Sensitive nipples?”

“Oh, very,” she murmured, her hands gently cradling her breasts, her thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples. They responded almost immediately, hardening into tight buds as she pinched them gently. Her body shivered, her breath becoming irregular, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Happy doing that?” Logan asked, his gaze intense.

“Oh yes,” she replied, her voice husky with pleasure. Boldly, Jia lifted her right tit to her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste her own nipple. She sucked it gently, her eyes never leaving Logan’s. “Would you like to play with my tits?” she asked, her voice a sultry invitation.

Logan stepped closer, his hands replacing hers. His fingers traced the curves of her tits, his mouth finding her other nipple. He sucked and teased it, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until she moaned softly, her head tilting back in pleasure.

“Sit again,” he commanded. Jia reclined on the sofa. “Would you masturbate on camera?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“Then touch yourself through your panties,” he instructed.

Jia’s fingers moved to her lap, pressing against the lace of her panties as she began to rub herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Her breath quickened as she slid her hand up and down her slit, then in circles.

“Slide your hand underneath,” he urged. She obeyed, gasping softly as her fingers made contact with her wetness. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel damp,” she admitted, her voice breathless.

“And how do you think you’ll feel being filmed in close-up?” he pressed, his voice a low murmur.

“Will I have to?” she asked, her eyes wide with apprehension.

“Yes,” he replied firmly. “Remove your panties.”

Jia lifted her hips, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them aside. Her pussy was fully exposed now, glistening with anticipation.

“Stand up and turn around,” Logan commanded. “Bend over, hands on the sofa. And open your legs wide.”

She complied, her body arching gracefully as she rested her hands on the sofa cushion, her legs spreading wide to reveal her pussy.

“Touch your pussy,” he instructed.

Jia reached between her legs, her fingers tracing the contours of her lips, parting them slightly to expose her clit. “How does it look?” she teased, her voice laced with provocation.

“Delicious!” he replied, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Sit down again, legs wide,” he instructed.

Jia reclined on the sofa, her legs spread wide as she leaned back, her fingers moving to her clit. She licked her middle finger, circling her clit before sliding it inside herself. It emerged glistening with her wetness, and she brought it to her lips, tasting herself before returning to her clit.

Logan knelt in front of her. He slid his middle finger inside her a few times, then reached for a vibrator on the nearby table, handing it to her.

Jia switched it on, the low hum of the vibrator filling the room as she pressed it to her pussy lips. She eased it inside, her breath ragged as she buried it deeper with each thrust. Logan watched as Jia surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

“Time to test your cocksucking,” he said, his voice a husky invitation.

He began to undress, his shirt coming off first. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving him as he kicked off his shoes and then slipped off his socks.

The final act was the most anticipated: he unbuckled his pants, letting them slide down his hips, his erection swaying free as he stepped out of them. He stood before her, his cock erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Very nice,” Jia murmured, her voice laced with anticipation. She reached out, her hand closing around the base of his shaft, her touch firm yet gentle. Slowly, she lifted his cock vertically, her fingers tracing the length of him. Then she leaned in, her mouth finding his head, and began to suck and tease, her tongue exploring every inch of his sensitive flesh. Her body shivered, her breath quickened, and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Sit again,” he commanded. Jia reclined on the sofa. “Would you masturbate on camera?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“Then touch yourself through your panties,” he instructed.

Jia’s fingers moved to her lap, pressing against the lace of her panties as she began to rub herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Her breath quickened as she slid her hand up and down her slit, then in circles.

“Slide your hand underneath,” he urged. She obeyed, gasping softly as her fingers made contact with her wetness. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel damp,” she admitted, her voice breathless.

“And how do you think you’ll feel being filmed in close-up?” he pressed, his voice a low murmur.

“Will I have to?” she asked, her eyes wide with apprehension.

“Yes,” he replied firmly. “Remove your panties.”

Jia lifted her hips, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them aside. Her pussy was fully exposed now, glistening with anticipation.

“Stand up and turn around,” Logan commanded. “Bend over, hands on the sofa. And open your legs wide.”

She complied, her body arching gracefully as she rested her hands on the sofa cushion, her legs spreading wide to reveal her pussy.

“Touch your pussy,” he instructed.

Jia reached between her legs, her fingers tracing the contours of her lips, parting them slightly to expose her clit. “How does it look?” she teased, her voice laced with provocation.

“Delicious!” he replied, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Sit down again, legs wide,” he instructed.

Jia reclined on the sofa, her legs spread wide as she leaned back, her fingers moving to her clit. She licked her middle finger, circling her clit before sliding it inside herself. It emerged glistening with her wetness, and she brought it to her lips, tasting herself before returning to her clit.

Logan knelt in front of her. He slid his middle finger inside her a few times, then reached for a vibrator on the nearby table, handing it to her.

Jia switched it on, the low hum of the vibrator filling the room as she pressed it to her pussy lips. She eased it inside, her breath ragged as she buried it deeper with each thrust. Logan watched as Jia surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

“Time to test your cocksucking,” he said, his voice a husky invitation.

He began to undress, his shirt coming off first. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving him as he kicked off his shoes and then slipped off his socks.

The final act was the most anticipated: he unbuckled his pants, letting them slide down his hips, his erection swaying free as he stepped out of them. He stood before her, his cock erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Very nice,” Jia murmured, her voice laced with anticipation. She reached out, her hand closing around the base of his shaft, her touch firm yet gentle. Slowly, she lifted his cock vertically, her fingers tracing the length of him. Then she leaned in, her mouth finding his head, and began to suck and tease, her tongue exploring every inch of his sensitive flesh. Her body shivered, her breath quickened, and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Sit again,” he commanded. Jia reclined on the sofa. “Would you masturbate on camera?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“Then touch yourself through your panties,” he instructed.

Jia’s fingers moved to her lap, pressing against the lace of her panties as she began to rub herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Her breath quickened as she slid her hand up and down her slit, then in circles.

“Slide your hand underneath,” he urged. She obeyed, gasping softly as her fingers made contact with her wetness. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel damp,” she admitted, her voice breathless.

“And how do you think you’ll feel being filmed in close-up?” he pressed, his voice a low murmur.

“Will I have to?” she asked, her eyes wide with apprehension.

“Yes,” he replied firmly. “Remove your panties.”

Jia lifted her hips, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them aside. Her pussy was fully exposed now, glistening with anticipation.

“Stand up and turn around,” Logan commanded. “Bend over, hands on the sofa. And open your legs wide.”

She complied, her body arching gracefully as she rested her hands on the sofa cushion, her legs spreading wide to reveal her pussy.

“Touch your pussy,” he instructed.

Jia reached between her legs, her fingers tracing the contours of her lips, parting them slightly to expose her clit. “How does it look?” she teased, her voice laced with provocation.

“Delicious!” he replied, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Sit down again, legs wide,” he instructed.

Jia reclined on the sofa, her legs spread wide as she leaned back, her fingers moving to her clit. She licked her middle finger, circling her clit before sliding it inside herself. It emerged glistening with her wetness, and she brought it to her lips, tasting herself before returning to her clit.

Logan knelt in front of her. He slid his middle finger inside her a few times, then reached for a vibrator on the nearby table, handing it to her.

Jia switched it on, the low hum of the vibrator filling the room as she pressed it to her pussy lips. She eased it inside, her breath ragged as she buried it deeper with each thrust. Logan watched as Jia surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

“Time to test your cocksucking,” he said, his voice a husky invitation.

He began to undress, his shirt coming off first. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving him as he kicked off his shoes and then slipped off his socks.

The final act was the most anticipated: he unbuckled his pants, letting them slide down his hips, his erection swaying free as he stepped out of them. He stood before her, his cock erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Very nice,” Jia murmured, her voice laced with anticipation. She reached out, her hand closing around the base of his shaft, her touch firm yet gentle. Slowly, she lifted his cock vertically, her fingers tracing the length of him. Then she leaned in, her mouth finding his head, and began to suck and tease, her tongue exploring every inch of his sensitive flesh. Her body shivered, her breath quickened, and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Sit again,” he commanded. Jia reclined on the sofa. “Would you masturbate on camera?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“Then touch yourself through your panties,” he instructed.

Jia’s fingers moved to her lap, pressing against the lace of her panties as she began to rub herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Her breath quickened as she slid her hand up and down her slit, then in circles.

“Slide your hand underneath,” he urged. She obeyed, gasping softly as her fingers made contact with her wetness. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel damp,” she admitted, her voice breathless.

“And how do you think you’ll feel being filmed in close-up?” he pressed, his voice a low murmur.

“Will I have to?” she asked, her eyes wide with apprehension.

“Yes,” he replied firmly. “Remove your panties.”

Jia lifted her hips, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them aside. Her pussy was fully exposed now, glistening with anticipation.

“Stand up and turn around,” Logan commanded. “Bend over, hands on the sofa. And open your legs wide.”

She complied, her body arching gracefully as she rested her hands on the sofa cushion, her legs spreading wide to reveal her pussy.

“Touch your pussy,” he instructed.

Jia reached between her legs, her fingers tracing the contours of her lips, parting them slightly to expose her clit. “How does it look?” she teased, her voice laced with provocation.

“Delicious!” he replied, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Sit down again, legs wide,” he instructed.

Jia reclined on the sofa, her legs spread wide as she leaned back, her fingers moving to her clit. She licked her middle finger, circling her clit before sliding it inside herself. It emerged glistening with her wetness, and she brought it to her lips, tasting herself before returning to her clit.

Logan knelt in front of her. He slid his middle finger inside her a few times, then reached for a vibrator on the nearby table, handing it to her.

Jia switched it on, the low hum of the vibrator filling the room as she pressed it to her pussy lips. She eased it inside, her breath ragged as she buried it deeper with each thrust. Logan watched as Jia surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

“Time to test your cocksucking,” he said, his voice a husky invitation.

He began to undress, his shirt coming off first. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving him as he kicked off his shoes and then slipped off his socks.

The final act was the most anticipated: he unbuckled his pants, letting them slide down his hips, his erection swaying free as he stepped out of them. He stood before her, his cock erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Very nice,” Jia murmured, her voice laced with anticipation. She reached out, her hand closing around the base of his shaft, her touch firm yet gentle. Slowly, she lifted his cock vertically, her fingers tracing the length of him. Then she leaned in, her mouth finding his head, and began to suck and tease, her tongue exploring every inch of his sensitive flesh. Her body shivered, her breath quickened, and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Sit again,” he commanded. Jia reclined on the sofa. “Would you masturbate on camera?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“Then touch yourself through your panties,” he instructed.

Jia’s fingers moved to her lap, pressing against the lace of her panties as she began to rub herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Her breath quickened as she slid her hand up and down her slit, then in circles.

“Slide your hand underneath,” he urged. She obeyed, gasping softly as her fingers made contact with her wetness. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel damp,” she admitted, her voice breathless.

“And how do you think you’ll feel being filmed in close-up?” he pressed, his voice a low murmur.

“Will I have to?” she asked, her eyes wide with apprehension.

“Yes,” he replied firmly. “Remove your panties.”

Jia lifted her hips, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them aside. Her pussy was fully exposed now, glistening with anticipation.

“Stand up and turn around,” Logan commanded. “Bend over, hands on the sofa. And open your legs wide.”

She complied, her body arching gracefully as she rested her hands on the sofa cushion, her legs spreading wide to reveal her pussy.

“Touch your pussy,” he instructed.

Jia reached between her legs, her fingers tracing the contours of her lips, parting them slightly to expose her clit. “How does it look?” she teased, her voice laced with provocation.

“Delicious!” he replied, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Sit down again, legs wide,” he instructed.

Jia reclined on the sofa, her legs spread wide as she leaned back, her fingers moving to her clit. She licked her middle finger, circling her clit before sliding it inside herself. It emerged glistening with her wetness, and she brought it to her lips, tasting herself before returning to her clit.

Logan knelt in front of her. He slid his middle finger inside her a few times, then reached for a vibrator on the nearby table, handing it to her.

Jia switched it on, the low hum of the vibrator filling the room as she pressed it to her pussy lips. She eased it inside, her breath ragged as she buried it deeper with each thrust. Logan watched as Jia surrendered

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