Farrah, innocent and new, finds herself in a dimly lit studio, her heart pounding as she sizes up the casting director. His cock, massive and uncut, tents his pants, a silent promise of what's to come. 'Wait, do you have a…' he asks, a wicked gleam in his eye. Farrah swallows hard, her pussy clenching at the challenge. 'Yes,' she replies, her voice steady, 'I have a…' She steps closer, her hand reaching out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. The casting director grins, 'Good. Let's see how well you can handle it, no rubbers, just you and me.'