Nash panted, his body slick with sweat and cum, but his cock throbbed harder than ever, veins pulsing like ropes under the skin.
The aphrodisiac in his loads had the girls wild now, Alicia, Nia, and Salida all trembling, eyes glazed, their pussies leaking his seed and begging for more.
The place? The time? The people? None of it mattered anymore. Nash wasn't Nash anymore; he was sex. Rough, violent, and unyielding pleasuring sex.
He grabbed Salida first, yanking her up by the hips, her heavy breasts slapping against his chest.
Salida moaned, her body arching as he slammed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly. He thrust in deep without warning, his cock burying to the hilt, stretching her wide. She screamed loudly, echoing off the tiles.
"Aaaahhn! Nash! Yes!"
