Early Bird Gets The Nuru

Codey rolls in early and freezes in the doorway. Summer Col and Summer Kline are glossy with oil, rolling around the table, giggling like brats who know they won't get grounded. Skin slaps skin, thighs straddle thighs, tits slide over slickened stomachs while hands wander and fingers disappear where fingers shouldn’t in polite company. Codey can’t breathe. Can’t blink. His cock’s already pushing hard against his fly. He steps sideways, hiding behind the half-shut door like some horndog peeping tom. Every whimper the girls let out pushes another throb through him. Then a soft laugh—Summer Col catches his reflection. Summer Kline glances over her shoulder and grins around her teeth. "Get the fuck in here," Col says, voice thick and sticky. They don’t cover up; they spread wider, shining bodies a shining invitation. Codey’s busted, but the girls like the audience. They wave him over, dripping, devilish, ready to make him the next slip-and-slide on their menu.