Jamal sat behind his desk, flipping through headshots and resumes, trying to pick models for the upcoming fashion show in Lagos. He was exhausted and barely paying attention when the door creaked open. In walked Zara—a tall, curvy Kenyan beauty with flawless chocolate skin, long braids cascading down her shoulders, and a booty so big and round it seemed almost unreal.
She wore a tight, red bodycon dress that hugged every curve and high heels that clicked against the tiled floor. Jamal’s eyes widened as she approached, her hips swaying like a hypnotic pendulum. “Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted, her voice smooth and sultry.
Jamal cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. “Afternoon. You must be Zara. Sit down, please,” he managed to say. Zara didn’t sit right away. Instead, she leaned over his desk, giving him a perfect view of her deep cleavage. “I really hope I’m not too late for the audition,” she whispered, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.
“Not at all,” Jamal replied, trying to keep his eyes on her face. “Let me see your portfolio.” Zara straightened up and pulled a folder from her bag, but as she did, she let her hand brush over his, sending a jolt through his body.
Jamal opened the folder, but his mind was clouded with thoughts of how her thick thighs would feel wrapped around him. Zara noticed his distraction and giggled softly. “Is everything okay?” she teased, stepping around the desk to stand behind him. Before he could respond, her hands massaged his shoulders, and he felt her soft breasts pressing against his back.
“I really need this gig, Jamal,” she whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. “I’ll do anything to get it… Anything.” Jamal swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “Zara, this… this isn’t professional,” he stammered, but she just laughed, straddling his lap before he could move.
Her hands cupped his face, and she leaned in to kiss him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that left him breathless. Jamal’s hands instinctively found her massive booty, squeezing it firmly as she ground against his lap. Zara moaned softly, guiding his hands under her dress to feel the soft, bare skin.
Unable to resist any longer, Jamal lifted her onto the desk, pushing her dress up to reveal a lacy red thong. Zara hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he fumbled with his zipper. The tension built to a fever pitch as he entered her, and Zara’s moans grew louder with each thrust.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and Jamal couldn’t help but bury his face in her neck, biting gently as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. The way her body tightened around him drove him crazy, and Zara threw her head back, calling his name with every wave of pleasure.
Just as they both reached their peak, Jamal couldn’t hold back, spilling deep inside her as her thighs clenched around his waist. They stayed like that for a moment, breathless and tangled, before Zara leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“So… did I get the part?” she whispered playfully. Jamal chuckled, still catching his breath. “Baby, you got all the parts,” he replied, making her laugh as she straightened her dress and gave him one last wink.
