Nash's hands tightened in Nia and Alicia's hair.
He pulled them up slowly, forcing their mouths off his cock with twin wet pops, strings of spit and pre-cum stretching long before snapping.
Both girls looked up at him, lips swollen, chins dripping, eyes glazed.
He didn't speak.
He just turned, walked three steps to the bench, and sat like a king claiming his throne.
Nia and Alicia followed on instinct, crawling after him on hands and knees, sweat dripping from their tits with every move, leaving wet trails on the tile.
The Baby-Boom girls watched from the circle, frozen, mouths open, thighs rubbing together.
The pink lights turned every drop of sweat into glowing jewels that slid down their skin and shattered on the floor.
Alicia and Nia reached him at the same time.
Nash sat on the edge of the bench like a throne, legs spread wide, cock jutting up thick and angry, glistening.
