Nash understood the second Jaz stepped forward.
The room had gone quiet, no more giggles from Hina, no more taunts from Kai.
Even the muffled shouting outside faded into background noise.
Jaz stood naked in the pink steam, every inch of her 193 cm body on fire.
Was that the first time she was so exposed in front of Nash? He thought so, for he didn't remember how spectacular her body was, especially when she was aroused as hell.
Her light-tan skin glistened like she'd been oiled, sweat tracing every curve and muscle.
Her short platinum-blonde hair stuck to her forehead in messy spikes, a few strands clinging to her sharp jaw.
Her golden eyes burned him intensely.
And her tits... massive, heavy, round, sitting high on her chest despite their size, nipples dark rising and stiff, areolas wide and textured.
A single bead of sweat rolled slow from her collarbone, down the valley between them, hanging off one nipple like a jewel before falling.
