Nash crossed the hallway toward the big shared bathroom with just a towel knotted around his waist.
That was where he ran into Zayela. She was coming out of her room, a towel thrown over her shoulder that covered absolutely nothing up top. Her heavy, full tits moved freely with every step. Her nipples were already hard from the cool air in the hall, or maybe from something else; either way, the look she gave Nash told its own story, and it sat clean on her brown, smooth skin.
Nash did not even try to look away. He ate her up with his eyes and stayed on her.
"Well then," Zayela said with a small mocking laugh, clocking immediately that he was staring. "Enjoying the show, cousin?"
"It's a crime not to take a show when it's walking around naked in front of everybody," Nash said.
"Everybody, huh?" She stepped in and her chest brushed his bare arm. "You're not 'everybody.' You're just the guy who's going to scrub my back in two minutes, so enjoy the free show while it's still free."
