Samantha gulped—loud enough for everyone to hear. Her hands trembled as she climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress between my spread legs.
She hesitated—eyes flicking nervously to Julie (who was now recording steadily, hips rocking in slow circles over my mouth), to Gabriela (smiling warmly from the side), to Sarah (watching with predatory glee), to Marina (calmly observing, tablet set aside), to Lorena (giggling softly behind her hand).
I lifted my hips slightly—enough to make my cock strain against the front of my pants.
"Go on," I murmured against Julie's panties—voice muffled but clear. "Julie… start recording."
Julie tapped the screen—red dot blinking to life.
"Rolling," she whispered, grinding down harder so my tongue pressed against the soaked lace covering her clit. "Show him, little sister. Show Nico what a full mouth really looks like."
