But my body betrayed me. I was getting fully hard, and the towel started to rise noticeably with each slow stroke of her thigh. The girls noticed immediately.
"Looks like someone's enjoying the beach," Tessa teased with a soft giggle, not even looking away from the sea.
"So, tell us," Kayla purred, still moving her leg in that slow, torturous rhythm, "Julia. Who is she?"
"An… ex…" I muttered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Fuck, I'm leaking precum, Kayla. We'll dirty the towel…"
"How did you two break up?" she continued sweetly, her voice low and seductive right next to my ear.
I put my free hand over my forehead, half embarrassed, half lost in the feeling. "Poor boy, rich girl cliché… fuck, your thigh feels so fucking good."
"So fucking thick, huh?" Nala suddenly chimed in. She smacked her own exposed thigh with a loud, playful slap and squeezed the soft, powerful flesh. "Can't even compete with that."
