Frost's lecherous hands delved into Maya and Daki's deep ravines; he had missed this sensation. For two weeks he'd gone without their tender touch, their encapsulating tightness and for a young man in his prime such a withdrawal was akin to torture. Crossing paths with Khione, that musclebound beauty only made his desire fester, seething in the depths of his body waiting for the chance to burst forth.
Seeing the two of them in their tight dresses, their dynamite curves and luscious skin taunting him endlessly, he'd have to be made of stone or be a eunuch to resist making moves on such fine women.
The warm, heavy and soft sensation of their breasts pushing against his hand broke the dam that had endured for those two long weeks. Frost's blood began to boil, his expression warping into that of a ravenous wolf as, but a single thought and desire filled his mind.
