French Casting In The USA 2

They wanted proof first. So we queued up some of our raw Sinful XXX footage and all three of them leaned in. Fifteen seconds in, Ryan's jaw flexed. Nicole licked her lips and didn't even try to hide it. Dorian caught the shift in the room, shot them a grin like he already knew where this ride was headed. By the time the first girl on screen started choking on two cocks at once, Nicole had her palm flat on Ryan's thigh and was squeezing rhythmically like she was counting heartbeats. Ryan didn't look away from the screen, just muttered, "Fuck, that position..." and shifted because his dick was testing his zipper. Nicole chuckled low. "Bet we could beat that angle." Dorian raised an eyebrow, amused. Next scene had her wrists tied behind her back while a stud painted her tits white; Ryan whispered, "She barely swallowed," but his hand was already moving, rubbing the thick ridge pushing his jeans. Nicole's nipples were hard under her top. She tugged Ryan's zipper down and wrapped her fingers around his cock like it was hers to test-drive. He groaned, hips pushing up once, then again, because watching flesh slap on the screen was making him throb in her fist. Dorian leaned back, watching them more than the footage now. Nicole stroked faster, thumb sweeping over Ryan's slit to spread the bead of pre-cum, and Ryan grunted, "Christ, keep doing that." Her other hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing through her jeans, getting the denim damp right over her clit. The three of them kept the volume low because the wet sounds coming from the speakers were plenty loud, matched now by Nicole's breathing and Ryan's low curses. She pulled her hand away, sucked her fingers clean, and told them both, "We're gonna make something nastier than this," while Ryan's cock twitched hard in open air, shiny with her spit and ready.