Invite her to watch

Sabrina and you already have an understanding. You know that she doesn’t want to jump into hardcore stuff right away. So, without even looking at her face, you already understand that this is the deep end of the pool for her. You don’t want to leave her out of the fun though. You’re the host after all, you should keep all your guests happy.

You get the feeling she is being trepidatious, but she isn’t put off by what she is seeing. Her eyes fixate towards your cock which Skylar is merrily bouncing onto.

“Why don’t you have a seat?” you offer Sabrina. Your fellow intern looks around awkwardly. “Just sit back and enjoy the show!”

Sabrina glances over at the chair you nodded at, across from the festivities. She gives you a shy smile, then quietly steps over to the proffered seat. She sits down, knees clamped together and one hand folded over the other as if she is taking part in a job interview.

Seeing her in such a prudish light, now the urgency of your own gratification takes a backseat to warming Sabrina up to the mood of the room. You point the camera over at her. She’s surprised by this change in focus and adjusts herself on the couch, fixing her hair as well.

“Wh… what are you doing?” she asks you.

“Well, this wouldn’t be much of a collaboration if you weren’t in it,” you point out.

“Oh, I think you’ve got your hands full with these two…” she sidesteps.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be a part of it…” you continue, undeterred.

“I’m good here, thanks!” she replies, waving her hand to assert that she is not getting involved with your threesome.

“I agree. You’re looking very good,” you say. “But I think everyone here would also agree that you’d look better out of those clothes!”

Sabrina’s eyes perk up. Chelsea and Skylar look at each other, then to Sabrina and nod in agreement.

“Come on, don’t be a prude, we’re all naked here!” Skylar tells her.

“Yeah, stop holding out on us!” Chelsea eggs on.

“Sabrina! Sabrina! Sabrina!” Skylar and Chelsea chant.

Sabrina’s cheeks redden and she tucks her knees against her chest, looking away. You start joining in on the chant and she gives you a sidelong glance as if to ask, “Really?” She shakes her head and sighs, then stands up. She pauses for a second to see if you were all just teasing, but your chant goes harder, so she shrugs and pulls off her tight pink top. Everyone cheers!

“Shake ‘em, baby!” Chelsea calls out.

Not wearing a bra, Sabrina lets her modest rack swing free with a shoulder shimmy. Still a performer, she swishes her hips from side to side as she unbuttons her jeans. They are tight around her ass, but she sits back in the chair and kicks up her legs, sliding them off so that she is in nothing but her panties. She parts her legs and rests her feet on the armrest, tilting her head to look at you for approval.

“Better?”

“Much better,” you concur.

She smiles and slowly rubs herself over her panties as she watches you work.