Nash broke the kiss first, spit trails snapping between their lips. Lina's mouth stayed open, tongue out, panting. Jaz's face was flushed, eyes half-lidded, spit shining on her chin.
Nash's cock throbbed painfully in his pants, the front wet with pre-cum from Lina's strokes.
"Stand up," Nash said.
There was something strange in his tone and gaze that reached the girls in a way that was different from usual.
The day's stress was boiling under his skin, Victoria's cold no, the three-million wall, Baby-Boom girls trapped like meat for Monique's games, his quest that could end as another big failure...
He needed this release, needed to fuck it out, to clear his head for the next play.
Lina moved quickly, hopping off the couch, legs wobbling a second from the kiss, her skirt hiked up high. Jaz stood slower, her giant body unfolding, tits bouncing heavy with the motion.
Nash sat for a moment longer, staring at them.
