Interpreter's lust

James wants the Frenchman to book his show. He brings in an interpreter to close the deal at Greg’s bar. The woman meets them at the table, brunette hair loose, blouse tight over heavy tits. They talk numbers. Greg’s eyes move down her chest. James watches the same thing. When the paper is on the table she reaches for the pen and Greg catches her wrist. The move is slow, almost polite. She looks up and nods once. Greg pulls her across the table and kisses her. James stands and comes around behind her. Her skirt is already pushed up. Greg’s hand is on her breast, thumb working the stiff nipple through the fabric. James spits on his fingers and presses between her cheeks. She spreads her legs wider, feet braced on the chair rungs. Greg opens his belt, frees his cock, and pushes her onto it. She sinks down, cunt wet and tight. James works two fingers into her ass until she relaxes, then replaces them with his shaft. Both men thrust at once. She cries out, voice loud in the empty room, and takes them deeper. Greg’s mouth closes around one nipple while James grips her hips and drives in. The interpreter comes hard, body shaking, tits bouncing. Greg follows, then James. Cum runs down her thighs onto the floor. The contract stays unsigned.