The other girls circled tighter, the pink lights making every drop of sweat glow like oil on skin.
Aiko clung to Nash's neck, legs locked around his waist, her small tits pressed flat against his chest, nipples still hard and wet from his mouth.
She was shaking, breath coming in short, hot puffs against his ear.
"… Hate you... Hate you a lot," she whispered again, but her hips rolled forward on their own, grinding her soaked shorts against his abs, a tiny whimper slipping out when she felt how hard he already was.
Nash chuckled low, hands sliding down to grip her ass through the thin fabric, squeezing firm.
"Liar."
Behind them, the ring of girls closed in.
Kai stepped up first, yellow eyes locked on Aiko's flushed face.
She reached out, fingers tracing the curve of Aiko's thigh where it wrapped around Nash.
"Look at you… all shy and dripping," she teased, voice rough.
Her hand slid higher, brushing the edge of Aiko's shorts, feeling the heat.
