Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

Nash's vision tunneled. Zayela's command had shattered the last vestige of restraint.

He hauled her hips higher, lifting her ass off the cushions. The new angle drove him impossibly deep, his cockhead grinding against her cervix with bruising force.

Zayela screamed, her inner walls clamping down in a vice-like spasm. Her ass cheeks were firm in his grip, slick with sweat and her own slickness.

He kneaded the flesh, fingers digging into the soft give, relishing the way it reddened under his touch.

He pistoned into her, hips moving crazily fast, the wet slap of skin echoing like a drumbeat. Her moans crescendoed into a continuous, broken wail.

"Ah! Ah! AH!—" each thrust punching the sound from her lungs.

The sensation was pure madness, her wetness coating him thick and slick, the inner folds parting with a wet squelch, the outer lips soft and puffy against his base.

He pulled back almost full, feeling the drag, her pussy clinging desperate, like it begged him not to leave, the texture silky and pulsing, hot as sin.

Then slam in again, the head bumping her cervix with a firm press that made her body jolt.

Fuck... her pussy's so damn tight, so wet... my cousin's hole milking me like this... unbelievable... I could fuck her forever...

The smell hit him hard, her musk thick and sweet, mixed with sweat and jasmine, filling his nose like a drug, making his head spin with obsession.

Zayela screamed louder.

"Ahhh! Nashhh! Mmmhhh!" her body arching high off the sofa, huge breasts bouncing wild with the force, heavy orbs jiggling like ripe fruit shaking on a branch, the olive skin glistening with sweat, nipples hard and dark like chocolate peaks begging to be sucked.

Nash obsessed, his eyes locked on them, the way they wobbled up and down, side to side, the motion hypnotic, and their slapping scandalous.

Those tits... my cousin's massive tits bouncing for me... so soft, so full... I have to grab them.

His hands shot up, gripping them rough, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh, the texture soft like warm dough, heavy and yielding, overflowing his palms as he squeezed hard.

The feeling was crazy, soft skin hot under his hands, the weight pulling them down but bouncing back with each thrust, nipples hard against his thumbs as he pinched, the taste of her skin still on his tongue from earlier.

"Ahh... yes... squeeze them!" she moaned, her voice raw, "Mmmhhh! Hhhhaaahhh!"

He thrust again, harder, the pull out making her gasp loud.

"Ahhh!" the push in filling her fast, the head parting her inner walls, deep and full, bumping her cervix with a dull throb that sent sparks through them both.

Zayela's legs locked around his waist like chains, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper, the skin there firm and warm under her pressure.

Her back arched full, sofa creaking loud, her hips rolling up to meet him, breasts jiggling harder in his grip, the motion making them slap against his palms, soft and heavy.

Nash obsessed, squeezing tighter, feeling them yield, the flesh spilling between his fingers.

Fucking Zayela... her tits in my hands, bouncing like this... so soft, so full... I could cum just from this.

He leaned down, nose against hers, breathing her air, the smell of her breath, their noses brushing, skin hot and sweaty.

"Zayela..." he groaned, his voice low and rough.

Their lips crashed together, noses pressed tight, the kiss messy and wild, tongues tangling fast, wet and hot, tasting each other.

Her mouth salty from sweat, his still flavored with her pussy, tangy and musky. She moaned into his mouth.

"Mmmhhh! Mmmahhh... Nafff!" her tongue pushing back, sliding against his, the texture rough and wet the taste burning her chest, like devouring family secrets.

Her breasts crushed against his chest, soft and heavy, nipples hard points digging in, her pussy clenching hot around his cock with each thrust, her legs locked, heels pressing, her hands clawing his back, nails leaving red welts.

Kissing Zayela while fucking her... tasting her mouth, her pussy still on my tongue...

He thrust harder, pulling out completely, then slammed back in, the head bumping her cervix. Zayela's scream muffled into the kiss.

"Hhhhaaahhh! Mmmhhh!" her hips bucking wild, her back sliding on the sofa, cushions creaking loud.

Her breasts jiggled in his grip, heavy orbs bouncing with the force, the texture soft and plush under his squeezing fingers, like warm pillows yielding to his hold.

Nash released one to slap it lightly, feeling the flesh ripple.

He leaned down, nose brushing her skin, the smell of sweat and jasmine strong, his mouth closing on her nipple, sucking hard, the taste salty, the bud hard and wet under his tongue.

Zayela wailed.

"Aaaahhhhhh! Yes! Bite it!" her body twisting, legs locking hard, heels digging deep into his ass, pulling him in with each thrust.

Her hands roamed frantic, one tangling in his hair, pulling tight, the sting sharp, the other clawing his shoulder, nails breaking skin.

Skin on skin everywhere, her breasts crushed to his chest, one nipple in his mouth, wet and hard, her pussy hot around his cock, her ass in his hands, soft and round, squeezing with each thrust, her legs locked, heels digging, her hands in his hair, pulling tight.

The room filled with moans.

"Ahhh! Mmmhhh! Hhhhaaahhh! Nashhh!" her cries high and raw, the smell of sex heavy, sweat making them slide together.

He hauled her hips higher, her ass lifting off the sofa with a wet smack, the cushions sinking beneath them.

The new angle was a brutal plunge, his cock driving deep, the head slamming against her cervix with a force that made her whole body shudder.

Zayela's scream ripped through the room.

"Aaaahhh! Nashhh! Mmmhhh!" her inner walls clamping down tight, a hot, spasming vise that sucked him deeper, the slickness of her arousal coating his shaft, dripping down to pool beneath.

Her ass cheeks were firm yet yielding in his hands, slick with sweat and her own juices, the flesh warm and pliant as he kneaded it hard, fingers digging into the soft give, leaving black imprints that bloomed under his grip.

The scent hit him like a drug, musky, fertile, a delicious tang mixed with the salty bite of their sweat, driving him wild with every breath.

He dropped his weight, crushing her against the sofa, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, their skin sliding together, slick and hot.

Her breasts mashed against him, heavy and soft, the hard nipples scraping his skin, sending jolts through his nerves.

Their noses brushed, her breath hot and ragged against his lips, a sweet-wine scent laced with lust. Her eyes, glazed and fever-bright, locked onto his, wild and unhinged.

No words, just a crash of mouths, a savage kiss where teeth clashed, tongues battled in a wet, desperate tangle.

Zayela bit his lip, as Nash growled "Grrrrahhh!" swallowing her moans, "Mmmhhh! Ahhh!" as he fucked her harder, deeper, her hips bucking to meet him with reckless abandon.

His cock was relentless, a thick, pulsing rod stretching her wide, the drag of her inner walls a silken torture, hot and slick, clinging to him with every withdrawal.

Her wetness dripped, coating his balls, the sensation warm and sticky as it pooled beneath. Each thrust slammed home, her pussy gaping briefly, swollen lips glistening before he filled her again, the rhythm a brutal dance of flesh.

Zayela's cries turned hoarse.

"Hhhhaaahhh! Yes! More!" her body trembling, sweat-slicked and quivering, thighs shaking against his ribs as another orgasm built, the flutter of her walls driving him to the edge.

But the sofa couldn't hold their chaos. A wild thrust sent them tumbling, Zayela's back hitting the floor with a thud, her ass bouncing once before Nash was on her, pinning her down.