Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 176: [R18]Front-Row Seat to My Own Funeral(2)

They stayed exactly like that, locked together, no one daring to move.

Nash’s cock throbbed deep inside her, buried to the root, the thick shaft pulsing against her stretched walls like a second heartbeat.

The head sat flush against her cervix, kissing it with every throb, sending electric shocks up her spine.

Every throb made Jaz’s cunt clench in answer, a slow, rolling squeeze that milked him from base to tip.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, massive biceps flexing, pulling him so tight his face was buried between her sweat-slick tits.

Her legs locked around his waist, thick thighs squeezing his ribs so hard he could barely breathe, the inner flesh sticky-wet where her juices had run down and glued them together, heels digging into the small of his back.

All 193 cm and 80+ kg of her divine body rested on his lap, her full weight pressing her ass cheeks flat against his thighs, soft flesh spreading warm and heavy, the crease of her ass kissing his balls.

Every breath she took made her tits rise and fall against his face, nipples scraping his lips, tongue, teeth; every exhale a hot, wet gust across his ear.

Her sweat smelled like salt and sweet skin, the sharp tang of her juices running down his shaft and pooling under his balls, the faint metallic bite of the locker-room steam mixing with raw sex.

When he opened his mouth to breathe, her nipple slid in salty, hard, perfect. He sucked once, hard, and she shuddered so violently her cunt spasmed again, a fresh gush of wetness flooding around his cock.

Her tits smothered his face, slick and impossibly soft yet firm; her ass cheeks overflowing his thighs like warm dough; the velvet furnace of her cunt gripping him in slow, rhythmic pulses, every ridge inside her fluttering against every vein on him.

The only sounds were a wet, obscene squelches every time her walls fluttered, their breathing, ragged, and the soft drip-drip of mixed fluids hitting the bench beneath them.

Jaz’s mind was gone.

Finally.

It had happened.

Finally.

After so long.

After so many deception.

After so many jealousy.

He was inside... all the way... she could feel him in her stomach... heartbeat against heartbeat...

And most importantly, it was Nash, her Nash. The man occupying her mind for so long.

She was so full she could have could cried.

Nash’s mind spun the same loop.

Every inch of his skin was on fire.

Her sweat dripping off her collarbones, running in rivers between her tits, pooling in the hollow of his throat.

Some ran down between her boobs, and the stuck out his tongue, catching them and sipping that divine nectar.

His precum leaked slowly around his buried shaft, thick and sticky, coating her lips, running down to soak his balls and thighs in warm, filthy ropes.

She’s crushing me... squeezing... milking... I... I’m gonna lose it...

His cock swelled harder, impossibly harder, the base grinding against her stretched lips.

One long, slow throb.

Then another.

Jaz felt it first, the flare, the heat blooming deeper.

Her eyes flew open.

"N-Nash..."

He couldn’t answer.

His whole body locked, abs flexing, arms crushing her closer, face buried between her tits as the orgasm exploded.

The first rope shot out thick and scalding, painting her womb white.

Jaz screamed, her cunt clamping down in violent spasms, squirting again, soaking his thighs and the bench.

Second rope.

Third.

Fourth.

Each pulse made her convulse, thighs squeezing harder, ass cheeks clenching, tits smothering him as she rode the flood without moving an inch.

She felt every spurt, hot, endless, her body answering with fresh squeezes, milking him dry, walls fluttering like they wanted to keep him forever.

She kept squirting, hard enough to splash their joined thighs.

Her back arched, tits smothering him completely, thighs squeezing so hard Nash’s vision whited out, a low growl muffled against her breast.

When it finally stopped, they were both shaking, sweat-soaked, breathless, still fused.

They had exploded so much, over a single insertion. Not even a single thrust yet.

Jaz’s voice came out tiny and wrecked, lips against his ear.

"...don’t pull out... ever..."

Nash answered by squeezing her ass harder, cock giving one last lazy throb inside the mess he’d made of her.

They stayed locked like that, not moving, with just the slow, endless flood of his cul claiming every inch of her from the inside out.

And outside the door, Jinzo’s world narrowed to a single, piercing sound.

A woman’s scream, ripping straight through the metal door and stabbing him in the chest.

A voice he recognized.

Jaz.

His Jaz.

His stomach dropped.

It was over.

The name slipped out of him like a prayer and a curse at once.

"...Jaz...?"

Another scream followed, longer, ending in a broken, filthy moan that curled his toes inside his shoes.

The Baby-Boom subs exploded into frantic whispers.

"Fuck, he’s all the way in—"

"Move your fat head, I can’t see—"

"Phone! Phone! Record the cock—"

"Can’t see shit fronm here—"

They shoved and elbowed each other, five bodies crammed against the crack in the door, phones shaking, thighs rubbing together shamelessly.

One of them actually whimpered, "I’m gonna cum just watching—"

Jinzo’s vision tunneled.

He knew that sound.

He’d heard it before: Alicia in the shower stalls, same situation, same shattered cries while Nash ruined her cunt.

Back then he’d stood frozen in the next shower stall, hard and hating himself.

History repeating, only worse.

Because this time it was his girlfriend.

His pure, giant, untouchable Jaz.

Another scream rolled out, euphoric this time, followed by a thick, wet squelch that echoed like a heartbeat.

The subs moaned in filthy harmony, so focused that none of them was keeping an eye on him.

It was his chance.

Jinzo lunged.

He ripped his arm free from the half-hearted grip of the nearest girl, shoulder-checked another into the lockers, and sprinted the last three steps.

His fist was already raised to smash the door when—

It swung open on its own.

Kai and Hina stepped out, blocking the doorway like bouncers at the gates of hell.

The door swung open.

Jinzo froze mid-lunge.

Kai and Hina stepped out completely naked, skin shining with fresh sweat, droplets rolling down their curves like they’d just been oiled for a photoshoot.

Kai planted her feet wide, hands on hips, cocky smirk in place, while Hina tilted her head and gave a little finger-wave.

Jinzo’s fists clenched.

"You fucking bitches... get out of my way!"

Kai snorted, rolling her shoulders like a boxer.

"Wow, rude. We were having the best playtime of our lives and you come barging in like a jealous puppy. My turn got delayed because of you, y’know?"

She gave her belly a little pat.

"You know how long I’ve been waiting to have this cock turn my guts into jelly?"

Hina giggled, then mirrored the motion, both hands cupping under her heavy tits before sliding down to rest over her own womb

"Mmm, yeah... I was next. Now everything’s all tense because someone can’t control his little feelings."

Jinzo took a furious step forward.

"Move. I’m getting Jaz out of—"

Kai cut him off with a barking laugh, stepping right into his space, close enough that her hard nipples brushed frightened him and made him step back.

"Get her out? Dude, she’s the one who begged to get in. And honestly?"

She looked him up and down, smirk widening.

"For a guy who spent years watching his girlfriend masturbate while he jerked off in the corner, you should be thanking us. We’re giving you the live 8K upgrade you always dreamed about."

Jinzo’s face went scarlet.

"I—I never—"

Hina skipped forward, her big tits bouncing, and booped his nose with one finger.

"Don’t lie, cutie~ We all know the way you make love to your girl. Eyes glued, hand in your pants, breathing all funny... You loooove this stuff."

She leaned in, voice dropping to a sugary whisper.

"You just didn’t know you’d get the deluxe version starring your own girlfriend."

Jinzo tried to shove past; Kai sidestepped smooth and casual, shoulder-checking him back with a surprising strength.

"Nuh-uh. Bad doggies who interrupt get punished."

Hina giggled, pressing against his other side.

"But good doggies who sit and watch get treats~"

Together they spun around, Kai’s hand firm on his shoulder, Hina’s fingers dancing teasingly down his chest.

Kai kicked the door wide open with her heel.

Pink steam rolled out in a thick wave, carrying the heavy smell of sweat, cum, and nightmare.

Jinzo’s eyes widened.