Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

With a fluid motion, Nash lifted Daliah off him, her pussy releasing his monster with a wet schlick, strings of her cream and his precum connecting them briefly like glistening webs, then flipped her around to face Victoria's desk, bending her over it roughly.

Her boobs flattened against the cool glass, nipples scraping the surface, as he aligned his enormous dick, throbbing like a battering ram, and slammed back in.

The passive skill kicked in like divine sorcery: despite the gigantic stretch, his cock felt impossibly soft against her inner walls, multiplying pleasure exponentially, turning every inch into a wave of ecstasy that bordered on madness.

Daliah's eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping as he bottomed out, her pussy walls yielding to the invasion, stretched to their absolute limit yet flooded with bliss that made her toes curl.

Precum leaked from him in thick, hot spurts, waves of it flooding her depths like mini-cumshots, mixing with her gushing fluids to create a slippery torrent that squirted out around his base with each thrust.

Slap, slap.

His hips met her ass, the impact sending ripples through her cheeks, fluids splashing onto the desk and floor in messy arcs.

Victoria watched from her chair, legs crossed elegantly, a fresh glass of whiskey in hand.

"Impressive stamina."

Nash thrust hard and deep, setting a brutal rhythm, pulling out almost fully to let her pussy clench desperately before plunging back in, the sorcery making her scream internally with pleasure.

Mid-thrust, as Daliah's ass jiggled under his palms, he looked at Victoria.

Hmm... I wonder what hint about her I'd have gotten... maybe now's a good time?

"Since we have time, how about you tell me more about yourself, Victoria?" he said conversationally, one hand tangling in Daliah's bob to yank her head back, arching her spine as he railed deeper, fluids gushing like a broken faucet, her cream, his precum, squirting in rhythmic waves that soaked his balls and puddled beneath them.

"How'd you end up running this show? Streets? Family money?"

Victoria's lips curved faintly, but her eyes sharpened, swirling her drink slowly. She looked every bit the woman who had lived through more than she'd ever admit.

"Curious, are we?" she mused, her tone sly. "Too bad, you had your window to trick me into telling a story, and now I'm on my guard. That chance won't come again. Let's just say I've walked darker roads than you'd guess, and I don't plan to retrace them here. What matters is what's ahead: Apex falling, the circuit bending to us. Don't waste your rhythm; she's enjoying it."

Nash smirked at her evasiveness but didn't press. Instead, he spun Daliah to the side of the desk for a standing split, one leg hooked high over his shoulder.

He thrust sideways wildly, the angle hitting new depths, his girth stretching her sideways in a frenzy of sorcery-soft pleasure that made her squirt uncontrollably, waves of her cum mixing with his endless precum, drenching the carpet in slick puddles.

Slap, slap, gush, the intensity built, Daliah's moans raw and desperate.

"Please... Oooh... fuck...", her body a quivering mess, humiliated yet addicted to being the casual fuck-toy.

They migrated across the office, Nash carrying her mid-thrust to the plush couch, dropping her onto all fours for doggy, pounding from behind with violent snaps that made her ass ripple like waves.

Fluids flooded everywhere: her squirting orgasms syncing with his precum pulses, creating a slippery chaos that soaked the cushions.

"Fair enough. What's your endgame here? Beyond the wins? Total control of the underground?"

Victoria stood now, circling the scene with predatory grace, her amusement deepening at Daliah's full unraveling, moans echoing off the walls, body slamming back against Nash involuntarily.

"How about you find out yourself? A little hint

: power, boy. There's always power behind everything. I built this squad from scraps, and you'll help expand it. But I prefer dealing with one meal at a time. Apex's falls is my priority right now, and the mean is yours."

She glanced at her watch, cool as ever.

"But enough, my car's waiting downstairs. Continue if you must; Daliah can handle the ride."

Nash didn't falter. He pulled Daliah off the couch with a final deep thrust, a massive wave of fluids erupting, her pussy clenching in futile resistance, then stripped the remnants of her dress away in one savage rip, leaving her gloriously naked, skin flushed and marked with his handprints.

Lifting her effortlessly like a ragdoll, he impaled her again mid-air, his cock sliding deep as he carried her toward the door, her legs wrapping around his waist.

With each step through the hangar corridors, he thrust upward brutally, inserting deeper into her stretched pussy, the motion forcing waves of mixed cum and precum to gush out in hot, sticky floods, cascading down his thighs, splattering the concrete floor in lewd trails.

Daliah clung to him, moaning wildly into his neck, her body bouncing helplessly.

Her humiliation peaked as distant staff members voices hushed, eyes averting from the spectacle.

They burst into the underground parking lot, Victoria's sleek black sedan gleaming under the fluorescents.

Victoria slid into the driver's seat with a smirk.

"Don't bother driving, Daliah. Continue in the back, I'll handle it. Buckle up, metaphorically."

Nash tossed Daliah into the spacious backseat like a conquest, following her in and pinning her down in missionary, her back arching off the leather as he plunged back in, the car's suspension dipping under his first thrust. She thought wildly.

He... He's going to kill me...

Victoria revved the engine with a throaty roar, peeling out of the lot as Nash fucked her senseless, the car shaking violently with his relentless rhythm, frame rattling, windows fogging instantly from their heated breaths.

Slap, squish, gush, fluids flooded the seats in waves, her squirting orgasms syncing with his precum eruptions, turning the leather slick and shiny.

Thrust after thrust, the vehicle shuddered through the gears, merging onto the neon-lit city streets, headlights cutting the night as the car disappeared into the urban sprawl.