The water was getting cold.
Neither woman had moved an inch, Rose on his left, Janeth his right, both draped naked over his chest, both glaring at each other across him, neither willing to be the first to get out.
Alex sighed, and stood.
The sudden shift made the water slosh heavy over the rim, both girls grabbing for balance, Rose's nails sinking into his shoulder, Janeth's hand sliding slick across his stomach as he scooped her up, one arm under her knees, the other braced beneath the warm small of her back.
She gasped, wet and nude in his arms, her huge, heavy tits pressed soft against his forearm, water streaming down her bare skin and off her stiff nipples, dripping from her hair in long lines.
