Who is the boss now? - part 2

Nick struts around like he owns the joint, barking orders at the girls, chest puffed out, dick half hard under his slacks from playing boss. Pose like this, tilt your head like that, show your tits more—loud as hell in a studio that isn't his. Henessy slips off, phone in hand. Ten minutes later the door slams open. Kathia. She takes one look, sees straight through his bullshit, and smiles like a wolf smelling blood. She locks the door, grabs him by the belt, and shoves him back against the velvet couch. Skirt hiked, she climbs on without a word. Her nails rake down his shirt while she grinds hard, forcing his cock to stiffen whether he likes it or not. The models stare. Kathia snaps at them to keep shooting and spreads herself wider so the lens catches every wet inch of her riding him. Nick tries to speak, she slaps his cheek and rides faster, pussy gripping him tight and slick. She leans in, lips by his ear, tells him exactly how she's gonna fuck him raw in front of everyone until his ego is on the floor with his balls. No mercy, just the sound of skin slapping and the camera clicking while she milks him dry.