Don't Get Mad, Get Horny

You know the old saying. Some things come back to haunt you. Well that was true of today, I had a little visit from an extremely hot yet psychopathic ex interviewee. Let's just say she went a bit chicken oriental on me, nearly shouted the entire fucking building down, had a right go. After a lot of calming and giving her a few home truths about why I didn't get back to her, she finally settled down and began to see sense. Sense that she needed to to do another interview so I could get her some porn work. Get in there, I'm the man who sells ice to the man who sells ice to the Eskimos. Anyway, she agrees and begins to strip off, where memories came flooding back. What an enormous set of fake tits, I mean fucking planetary, beautiful, great tits. Then she slowly peels off her skirt revealing a firm tight little arse attached to a fantastic set of long tanned legs. If it weren't for her stinking attitude she'd be fucking perfect. Then I get her to finger herself. Standard. Though this was more of an attitude assessment / adjustment you could say, monitoring her every move.It didn't take her long to work up to a peachy little orgasm. Nicely done I thought, so I moved her onto cock sucking. Where she really came into her own. If cock sucking was in the commonwealth games it would have been a gold medal, easy. She'd really stepped up her game since last time. Then it was time for the main course, where I re-acquainted my cock with her delicate tight pussy. Home sweet home. It was like sliding into pure silk. I'm so glad I gave Jasmine a second interview as her attitude has certainly adjusted for the better, but it don't matter because I ain't going to get her any work anyway. Two words. Fake Agent.