Going off the script

She leaned back against the wall as Jared continued to kiss and fondle her breasts, her stomach.

Greg was utterly frozen. Had they forgotten he was there? What was going on? He spoke, quietly. "Katie."

She glanced around Jared, and made eye contact with Greg. "Yes?"

"What is this?"

"I think the scene is kinda working, don't you?"

Jared didn't miss a beat, he just stayed in the moment. Katie looked away from Greg, and lolled her head, still murmuring in pleasure in response to Jared's tongue and fingers.

Greg swallowed. Jared's hand was near Katie's face. She turned, and took two of his fingers in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his fingers, coating them in her saliva. Jared pulled his fingers from her mouth, and trickled down her chest, stomach, and toward her pubic region. Katie's breath quickened. Jared touched the top of Katie's pussy before swiftly sliding his wet fingers inside her.

Katie gasped. Jared stroked her pussy, in and out, in and out. Katie smiled. "He has his fingers in my pussy now. Does this work for the scene?"

Greg stared. "It's ... intimate."

Katie smiled more broadly as Jared slowly fingered her. "Is it right?"

Greg stepped toward them. "I'm not sure." He spoke slowly and softly. "I need to put myself in the character's mind to know." He took two more steps, and was practically next to Jared.

Katie squirmed against the wall. "Come get into character, Greg."

Jared shifted to Katie's left, his left hand still fingering her pussy. Greg stepped toward her and gently reached out a hand to touch her face. He grazed his fingers along her cheekbones, and toward her lips. As he reached her mouth, she opened it slightly, and licked the tips of his fingers. He touched her hairline, and remained focused on tracing the edges of her cheek and chin with his hand.

Jared's fingers were moving more rapidly now, and Katie's breathing was becoming irregular. "His fingers are still in my pussy. He's gotten me all wet. Is this good for the scene, do you think?" She maintained eye contact with Greg the entire time.

Greg could smell Katie now. He was sure she was wet. He could hear the sounds of Jared's fingers in her tight cunt.

"What should he do now?" she asked, breathlessly. "You're in the moment. What should he do now?"