Several minutes after the bath, Nash finally came down the stairs of the villa. The minutes had been long. Very long. Between the hands, mouths, and bodies of the Subs and the Baby-Boom girls in the jacuzzi, he had nearly started an orgy several times. It was a small miracle that he had managed to escape without everyone ending up impaled on him in the bubbling water.
He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants riding very low on his hips. His cock, still heavy and hard after all the stimulation, formed an obvious thick bulge under the thin fabric, swinging slightly with every step. But fuck it — between Zayela in his bedroom, Victoria in her professional world, the Blacklist girls in his daily activities, Lina, Sarra, and Amarra on his outings, and now the full Baby-Boom roster in his villa, he had already given up on the idea of not having an erection for more than an hour.
