Who is the boss now? - part 2

Nick stands in front of the lights like he pays the rent, barking directions while the girls wait. His voice carries, all ownership, all flash. Henessy steps aside, phone already at her ear, and within minutes the door opens again. Kathia walks straight to him. No warning, no lecture. She drops to her knees in front of the blonde, takes the cock that was meant to stay in frame, and works it with her mouth until spit runs down her chin. Her eyes never leave Nick’s face. When she’s ready she turns, offers her ass to the same hard length, and guides it inside. The first thrust is slow, deliberate. She moans once, low, then meets every stroke with her hips. Blonde hair swings across her shoulders. Every wet sound fills the room. Henessy watches from the side, fingers busy between her own legs, waiting her turn. Kathia reaches back, spreads herself wider, takes everything. She looks over her shoulder at Nick and smiles, voice steady. “Who’s the boss now?”