Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 180: [R18]The Cheating Otaku

Jaz’s entire world shrank down to the heat throbbing deep inside her, that thick, veiny cock buried to the hilt, stretching her virgin walls in ways that made her brain spark and short-circuit.

Every pulse from Nash’s shaft sent fresh jolts up her spine, like electricity crackling through her nerves, making her thighs twitch uncontrollably around his waist.

She was sprawled on top of him, her 193 cm body a sweaty, trembling mess pinning him to the shattered remnants of the bench, splinters digging into her knees but she didn’t give a fuck.

Pain? What pain? This was euphoria, pure, mind-melting bliss that drowned out everything else.

The pink steam in the locker room, the distant giggles from those Baby-Boom bitches, Jinzo’s pathetic shadow in the doorway, it all blurred into nothing.

There was only Nash. His cock. His hands gripping her ass like he owned it. And holy shit, she wanted him to.

In fact, it was already his. She would give him her ass anytime.

Her cunt clenched hard around him, a reflexive squeeze that milked another lazy spurt of cum from his tip, mixing with the overflowing mess already flooding her insides.

She could feel it, warm, thick ropes flooding her walls, leaking slow and sticky around where they were joined, dripping down her inner thighs in heavy globs that cooled against her skin.

"Fuck... Nash..." she breathed, her voice wrecked and raw, eyes locked on his face.

He looked up at her, chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead, and that smirk, god, that cocky little twist of his lips, made her pussy flutter again.

This was it.

Her first real fuck.

Not some lame finger session with Jinzo watching like a creep, not those secret solo nights grinding against a pillow pretending it was this. Real. Delicious. Addictive.

She shifted her hips experimentally, just a tiny roll, and oh fuck, the friction dragged every ridge of his cock along her inner walls, scraping sensitive spots she didn’t even know existed.

A fresh gush of her juices squirted out, soaking his balls with a wet splatter.

Her mind raced, curious and wild, flashing back to all those late-night hentai binges she’d hidden from everyone.

Tentacles? Nah, but this bulge... She glanced down, eyes widening at the obscene outline of his cock pushing up under her tan abs, distorting her belly like some exaggerated doujin panel.

It looked impossible, unreal, stretching her from the inside, claiming space that was hers but now his.

"Look at that... you’re rearranging my guts..." she murmured, half to herself, half to him, her voice laced with awe.

She often read about this expression, she even looked at it on internet.

She wanted so bad to use it, to feel the sensation of having this happening to her.

She never imagined that the day would happen, yet here she was.

She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the hard length throb beneath her palm, the bulge rising and falling with her breaths.

It was straight out of those ahegao comics where the girl gets broken by a monster dick, eyes crossing, tongue lolling.

And fuck, she wanted that. All of it.

Jaz lifted her hips slowly, savoring the drag, his cock sliding out inch by inch, coated in a thick layer of white foam from their mixed cum, her lips clinging desperately like they didn’t want to let go.

Strings of the mess stretched and snapped, splattering her thighs. Then she slammed down hard.

CLAP!

The impact jarred her bones, her ass cheeks rippling against his thighs, tits bouncing so violently they smacked her chin with a wet slap.

Nash groaned low, his hands tightening on her hips, fingers bruising deep into her flesh.

"J—Jaz...shit..." But she didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Her curiosity exploded into frenzy.

What if she went faster? Harder?

She pistoned her hips like a machine, clapping down over and over, the sounds echoing off the lockers—CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!—each one louder, messier, her cunt squelching obscenely as more cum foamed out, bubbling white and dripping in ropes that pooled on the broken wood.

Her thoughts spun wildly, euphoric fragments piecing together every fetish she’d devoured in those doujins.

Drool play? Yeah.

She leaned forward, massive tits swinging heavy over his face, nipples scraping his lips. Her mouth watered, literally, and she let a thick rope of saliva fall from her parted lips, straight onto his cheek.

It rolled slow, glossy under the pink lights, mixing with his sweat. Nash’s eyes flashed, and he licked it up without hesitation, tongue darting out to catch the trail, swallowing with a growl.

"Messy girl..." he muttered, voice gravelly.

That sent her over. She lowered her face, crashing her mouth to his in a sloppy, open-mouthed mess, tongues thrusting, spit pouring out the sides in silver streams that ran down his chin, dripped between her tits, glazing their skin shiny and slick.

She poured more saliva into his mouth, feeling him swallow it greedily, then suck her tongue hard, mixing their spit in a filthy exchange that tasted like salt and heat and fucking good.

But she wanted more. Everything.

That pet play shit from those catgirl hentais? She growled low, nipping his earlobe sharply enough to draw a hiss from him, then licked the spot slow, her tongue flat and wet.

"Bite me back," she asked, voice breathy and desperate.

Nash obliged, teeth sinking into her shoulder, not gentle, hard enough to leave marks, and fuck, the sting shot straight to her clit, making her cunt clench so tight he bucked up involuntarily.

She laughed, wild and breathless, grinding deeper. Inflation? Close enough, she pressed down on the bulge in her belly again, feeling his cock swell thicker, like it was filling her to bursting.

"Pump me full... like those cumflation scenes..." she panted, hips rolling in tight circles, her walls fluttering around him.

Nash was losing it now, his breaths ragged, hands roaming wild, squeezing her tits hard, thumbs flicking her stiff nipples until they ached deliciously, then sliding down to spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her completely as she rode him.

But she clapped harder, thighs flexing with her full amazon strength, slamming down so brutally the broken bench shifted under them, wood cracking louder. CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!

Her ass meat jiggled and rippled, sweat flying off in sparkles, her moans turning into high, broken squeals.

"Feels... so... good... why didn’t I... do this... sooner?"

Her mind was a haze of curiosity and bliss, wondering how it’d feel if he choked her like in those BDSM doujins, or if she squirted again, harder, like those endless orgasm loops.

He fought back then, like she knew he would. Nash’s abs tensed, and he surged up, flipping her onto her back in one powerful move, her massive frame hitting the tile with a thud, legs splaying wide, tits flopping heavy to the sides. This position... a mating press? Fuck yeah!!!

Splinters from the bench scratched her skin, but the cool floor against her sweat-soaked back only heightened everything. He loomed over her now, cock still buried deep, hands pinning her wrists above her head.

"You want crazy ? I’ll show you crazy," he snarled, thrusting hard, once, twice, each slam punching the air from her lungs, the bulge in her belly rising sharp and obscene.

She nodded frantically, eyes crossing just like in those ahegao faces, tongue lolling out as drool bubbled at the corners of her mouth.

He leaned down, letting his own drool fall into her open mouth in a slow, glossy rope, watching her catch it, swirl it with hers, then pull him down for another nasty kiss.

Tongues tangled, spit overflowing, running down her neck in rivers that pooled in her collarbones.

His free hand roamed, pinching her clit hard, making her squirt messily splashing his abs, then sliding two fingers alongside his cock, stretching her further in a double penetration tease straight out of those gangbang hentais.

"Too much?" he taunted, but she shook her head, thighs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.

"Fuck no... more... everything..." Her voice cracked, body arching off the floor as another orgasm built, her cunt spasming wild, milking him in frantic waves.

She wanted the tentacles? Fine, his fingers twisted inside her, curling against her g-spot while his cock thrust relentless.

The bulge pulsed higher, almost to her ribs, and she stared at it fascinated, hand pressing down to feel the impossible stretch.

Cum from before leaked out in fresh gushes, soaking the tile, her ass sliding in the puddle. The slap of his balls against her ass, wet and rhythmic; the sting of his bites on her neck; the taste of their mixed spit on her lips; the burn in her thighs from clenching so hard; the overwhelming fullness that made her feel claimed, broken, remade.

Nash pounded harder, fighting her wild energy with his own, hips snapping brutally, cock swelling thicker as he chased his release.

"Gonna fill you again... make you leak for days..."

She screamed then, the orgasm crashing like a wave, squirting so hard it hit his chest, her walls clamping down in violent pulses that dragged him over the edge.

Rope after rope shot deep, scalding hot, flooding her womb until it overflowed in creamy rivers down her thighs. They stayed locked, shaking, her mind floating in pure, euphoria, wondering what fetish to try next, already plotting how to make him pin her against the lockers, choke her lightly, or maybe even involve one of those watching bitches for a threesome twist.

But for now, she just clung to him, cunt still twitching, whispering against his ear: "Don’t stop... ever..."