He opens his mouth to agree wholeheartedly with Natasha's sentiment, but he stays quiet. At least for the moment, he's just expected to be a spectator. But with the view he's got to pick from, there's nothing in the world he can complain about.

Soon, both women are on the bed, making out intensely and feeling each other up. It's not that difficult to decide to keep his attention mostly on the two living, breathing-- and now, moaning-- women on the bed beside him rather than the recorded action on the screen, but occasional glances over to the TV coupled with the noise of their past encounter filling the room, it's a fine mix.

James leans back in the chair, fingers idly resting on his cock, not wanting to let it soften at all, but not wanting to waste any of his stamina on his hand, either.