Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

A brutal thrust sent Zayela sliding off the edge, her ass hitting the floor with a thud, the impact jarring but fueling the fire, her body bouncing once, breasts jiggling wild.

Nash followed, pinning her down, his cock never leaving her pussy, thrusting harder on the hard floor, the cold tiles a shock against her back, contrasting the heat between them. Zayela screamed.

"Ahhh! Oh sh... FUCK!!!" her voice raw, her hips bucking up, ass lifting off the tiles, the flesh round and soft in his hands as he gripped, squeezing the cheeks, the texture plush and warm, jiggling with each slam.

His cousin's ass on the floor, soft and round, bouncing as he fucked her. He could probably die and feel fulfilled.

He slapped it hard, the sound crack echoing, the flesh darkening, jiggling like jelly, the sting sharp on his palm.

What a madness.

Zayela wailed.

"Hhhhaaahhh! You fucking....! Ahhh!" her body twisting, legs spreading wider, her hands clawing the rug, nails digging into fibers.

Nash slapped the other cheek, feeling the ripple, the heat blooming under his hand, then leaned down to lick her neck, the taste salty and sweet, his tongue rough on her skin.

Her moans filled the room.

"Mmmhhh! Yes... Lick me! Ahhh! Hhhhaaahhh!" her back arching, ass pushing back to meet his thrusts, the motion making her breasts drag on the rug, nipples hard and scraping, the sensation sharp and hot.

They rolled, Nash pulling her on top, her ass straddling him, the soft cheeks spreading on his thighs, the feeling warm and plush as she ground down, her pussy clenching hot around his cock.

Zayela moaned loud.

"Ahhh!... Mmmhhh!" her hands on his chest, nails digging, her hips rolling wild, breasts jiggling above him, heavy and bouncing, the sight hypnotic.

Zayela riding him, her majestic tits jiggling like that, so full, so soft, the woman who was like a sister months ago, now letting him do all these things, her boobs bouncing for his cock.

It was so obscene.

He gripped them hard, fingers sinking deep, the flesh overflowing, squeezing and pinching the nipples, the texture soft and yielding, warm and heavy.

She screamed.

"Hhhhaaahhh! Squeeze them! Ahhh!" her body bucking, ass slapping his thighs with each bounce, the sound wet and loud.

He sat up, he loved having the maximum contact with her skin, chest to chest, her breasts crushed soft and heavy against him, nipples hard points digging in, his mouth finding hers, noses pressed.

This wild kiss, tongues tangling messy, wet and rough, tasting sweat and wine, the act crazy.

Kissing Zayela, the woman so many men were lusting after, free to lick her neck, her pussy clenching hot, the squeeze making him thrust up harder.

The need to cum was feverish, Nash's release was burning, but he held, even in this madness, he remembered the quest.

He was so close of succeeding.

He pulled out just in time, his cock throbbing as floods of aphrodisiac cum erupted, splashing her stomach in thick ropes, the volume crazy, a torrent covering her breasts, dripping down her sides.

The effect was instantaneous.

His cum, infused with the aphrodisiac potency of his passive, hit her skin like liquid fire. Zayela shrieked, back arching violently as the aphrodisiac seared into her nerves. Her skin flushed, her nipples hardening into painful points.

"B-burning!" she gasped, eyes wide with shock and dawning, feverish hunger. "Nash—it burns so good!"

Her hands flew to her stomach, smearing his cum across her skin, rubbing it into her breasts, moaning as the sensation amplified, a feedback loop of pleasure-pain.

"Mmmhhh... Ahhh... So good..."

The loop amplifying, her pussy twitching empty, needing him back.

Thanksfully, Nash was a master of recovery.

He flipped her ass up, face down on the rug, entering from behind, his hands on her ass, squeezing the soft, round cheeks, the flesh yielding under his fingers, jiggling with each thrust.

The sensation warm and plush, his cousin's ass in his hands, soft and full, spreading for his cock, this taboo hole.

He slapped it hard, the jiggle wild, the black blooming, then caressed the mark.

Zayela wailed, starting to enjoy the feeling of spanking.

"Hhhhaaahhh! Fuck! Ahhh!" her body pushing back, her back arching.

He thrust deep, the angle hitting new spots, her pussy clenching hot, the walls squeezing tight, the drag on pull out intense, the push in filling her full.

Zayela's moans increased constant.

"Mmmhhh! Ahhh! Hhhhaaahhh! Deeper!" her hips rolling, ass jiggling against his groin, the smack loud.

Nash obsessed, gripping her ass harder, fingers digging, the flesh soft and warm, spreading her cheeks to see her pussy take him.

He could see his cousin's pussy swallow his cock, stretching, so damn wet, so dirty. He could do anything to her, free to finger her ass while fucking.

He licked his fingers, then circled the tight ring, pushing in light, the heat tight around his them.

Zayela screamed.

"Ahhh! W... Wait..." her body bucking.

Oh shit... what is he... fuck... can't believe it... My cousin's finger in my ass... while his cock fills me... It's like... Like I'm taking two... Fuck... It's so shameful... But I need more... More... Moreeeee.....

Nash thrust wildly, his finger in her ass, the sensation tight and hot, the dual fill making her clench harder, the squeeze insane.

Her moans, "Mmmhhh! Hhhhaaahhh! Yes! More!" her body trembling, the pleasure building to another peak.

He pulled out, flipping her to her back, her ass on the edge of the table, legs spread wide, pussy gaping wet and pink.

He entered standing, thrusting deep, her ass hanging off, the cold wood a shock against her hot skin.

"Fuck me here!" she demanded, "Ahhh! Yes!" her hands clutching the edge, her breasts bouncing wild, heavy and soft, nipples hard.

Nash gripped them, squeezing the flesh, the texture soft and full, jiggling in his hands.

He slapped one, the jiggle crazy, then licked the nipple, the taste salty, his tongue rough on the bud.

Zayela wailed.

"Hhhhaaahhh! Lick them! Ahhh!" her body twisting, legs wrapping his waist, heels digging, her hands pulling his head to her breast.

Nash sucked hard, the nipple hard in his mouth, the flesh soft around it, thrusting deep, the push filling her, the pull out making her whimper.

The madness grew, another need to come burning him, but he held, pulling out just in time.

His cum flooded, ropes splashing her breasts in thick waves, the volume insane, covering her nipples, dripping down her stomach.

The aphrodisiac did the rest of the work, making her shriek.

But it was far from being over.

Nash hauled her up, her legs around his waist, carrying her to the wall, slamming her back against it, the impact jarring, thrusting standing, her ass in his hands, squeezing the soft cheeks, the flesh jiggling with each slam.

The cold wall against her back contrasted the heat, her moans.

"Ahhh! Hhhhaaahhh!" her hands clawing his neck, nails digging, her breasts bouncing against his chest, soft and heavy.

Nash gripped her ass tighter, fingers digging into the round flesh, the texture plush and warm, lifting her higher, thrusting deep, the head bumping her spot.

He was completely disconnected to the outside world, even the system mattered little.

His only instruction was to not cum inside, all the others things were allowed.