I just stared at the scene unfolding in the living room, my cock already stirring again despite the marathon with Kayla. Six women in lingerie that looked like it was designed to kill a man, and Kayla still half-naked, tissue in hand, my cum trickling down her thighs. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and pure, unfiltered lust. Kayla's mouth hung open, her eyes darting from one girl to the next like she couldn't believe this was real.
"What the actual fuck is going on?" she repeated, voice squeaking a little higher this time. She backed up a step, the tissue falling forgotten to the floor as more of my load dripped from her pussy. "Who are you people? Evan, what the hell?"
Nala turned to her with a warm, predatory smile, stepping closer until she was inches away. "We're Evan's girls. And from the looks of it, you're the new 'addition' who's been keeping him busy. I'm Nala—the CEO you heard on the phone."
