Of course she is!

“I’m not a pathetic coward like my sister. Scared of a little role play, ha!” Kelli crowed, starting to shrug her clothes off. She spotted the phone in the corner, and deduced its (apparent) intention. “So this is like, pretending to film us right? Cool! Strange, though. You and Millie have the same phone? Crazy coincidence! Ah well.”

Her turtleneck and pants hit the floor, revealing the youngest Satra in her birthday suit. Her big tits easily grabbed Barry’s attention, whose cock seemed to somehow get even harder at the sight of those massive melons.

He did not forget to put on a show though. “Welcome back, people!” Barry said to the phone. “We’ve got another fine slut here today. But before we get into the main event, perhaps she should show the camera what she’s got! Put on a show, bitch!”

He very highly doubted she’d do otherwise, but there was always a chance that Kelli, nerves wearing off and anger cooling, would just be a no-show and suddenly chicken out.