Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

The other girls circled tighter, the pink lights making every drop of sweat glow like oil on skin.

Aiko clung to Nash's neck, legs locked around his waist, her small tits pressed flat against his chest, nipples still hard and wet from his mouth.

She was shaking, breath coming in short, hot puffs against his ear.

"… Hate you... Hate you a lot," she whispered again, but her hips rolled forward on their own, grinding her soaked shorts against his abs, a tiny whimper slipping out when she felt how hard he already was.

Nash chuckled low, hands sliding down to grip her ass through the thin fabric, squeezing firm.

"Liar."

Behind them, the ring of girls closed in.

Kai stepped up first, yellow eyes locked on Aiko's flushed face.

She reached out, fingers tracing the curve of Aiko's thigh where it wrapped around Nash.

"Look at you… all shy and dripping," she teased, voice rough.

Her hand slid higher, brushing the edge of Aiko's shorts, feeling the heat.

Aiko squeaked, thighs clamping tighter around Nash.

"K-Kai! St-stop!"

Kai grinned, fingers hooking into the waistband.

"Ohhh? You want me to stop? Really?"

She tugged lightly, shorts slipping down just an inch, enough to show the wet fabric clinging to Aiko's pussy.

Aiko whimpered, face burning.

"I—I didn't say that!"

Hina giggled, stepping closer, pressing her huge tits against Aiko's back.

"Ohhhh~ So needy~" she whispered, hands sliding around to cup Aiko's small tits, squeezing gently.

Aiko gasped, back arching, hips rocking forward harder.

Nash grinned, watching her unravel.

He adjusted his grip, one hand sliding down to grip Aiko's ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh through her shorts.

The other girls crowded around now, hands roaming, mouths tasting.

Miko dropped to her knees, small hands tugging at Nash's shorts, as if possessed.

"Off, off, off!" she chanted, fingers trembling.

Nia and Alicia moved like a unit, circling behind Nash in perfect sync. Their bras came off with two wet slaps on the tile.

Nia leaned in first, tongue dragging slow up the side of Nash's neck. She bit his earlobe gentle, then harder.

"Come on, enough tease, fuck her already," she breathed, voice dripping.

Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers hooking into his waistband.

Alicia pressed against his other side, teeth grazing his shoulder, then biting down slightly.

She reached around, hand joining Nia's, both of them tugging his shorts down together.

The fabric caught on his cock for a second, then sprang free.

The girls gasped.

Nash's cock slapped up against Aiko's stomach with a wet sound.

It was enormous.

Long enough that the swollen head reached past her bellybutton, almost brushing the underside of her small tits.

Girthy, veins thick and pulsing along the shaft, skin flushed dark, slick with pre-cum that dripped in a slow string onto her skin.

Aiko's eyes went wide.

Her breath stopped completely.

"…There's no way," she whispered, voice cracking.

She stared down at it pressing hot against her belly, the head leaving a shiny trail as it throbbed.

Her tiny frame made it look obscene, like it would split her in half. That thing was definitely bigger than before, bigger than the monster that destroyed Hina. How did she even take something like that in the ass?

She could already feel the stretch just from the weight resting on her, the heat burning through her soaked panties.

Kai let out a stunned laugh, hand flying to her mouth.

"Holy fuck… yes! That thing's a weapon."

Alicia's eyes lit up, grin spreading.

"Hehe... Good luck for the virgin there... Definitely no problem for me... I've already tanked that," she breathed.

She reached out without asking, fingers wrapping around the base, barely able to close.

"God, it's hot… feels like it's gonna burn my hand."

Nia leaned in from the side, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum on the tip.

She moaned low, eyes rolling back a little.

"Finally... Tastes like victory," she purred, then looked up at Nash.

"You've been eating more meat?"

Miko, still on her knees, stared up at it like she'd seen a god... Or the devil.

Her small hands hovered, patting her womb.

"No way… no way it fit" she whispered.

"That… that would kill me."

Her glasses fogged completely.

She looked so small next to it, the head alone bigger than her wrist.

All her courage was gone in a second.

Her thighs pressed together hard, a visible shiver running through her whole body.

Hina giggled nervously, pressing her huge tits against Nash's arm.

"It's bigger than yesterday... I think? Can't remember…" she said, holding her arm up for comparison, eyes wide and excited.

Jaz stepped closer, purple bra long gone, massive tits swaying heavy.

She reached out, fingers brushing the underside, tracing a thick vein.

"…Damn," she muttered, voice rough.

Even she looked impressed.

Rei, still half-dressed at the back, arms finally dropped from her chest.

She stared, blue eyes locked on it, lips parted.

No words. Just a slow swallow.

Aiko whimpered again, hips twitching forward on instinct, the head nudging higher between her tits now.

She looked up at Nash, and suddenly cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her.

"What the hell is this," she hissed. "Are you a horse?!"

Nash smirked, leaned in, and kissed her softly, barely a brush of lips, teasing.

Aiko didn't let him pull away.

She yanked him back hard, mouth crashing into his, tongue sliding in deep and desperate.

Her lips were hot, soft, tasting like salt from sweat and cherry lip balm she always wore.

She kissed like she was fighting him and surrendering at the same time, teeth nipping his bottom lip, tongue pushing against his, demanding more.

Nash let her take control for one second, then took it back.

His tongue met hers, pushing deeper, claiming every corner of her mouth.

He sucked on her tongue slow, then harder, making her whimper into him.

The sound vibrated against his lips, small and needy, her whole body shaking.

Aiko's fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, hips grinding harder against his bare cock.

The soaked fabric of her panties dragged along his shaft, slick and warm, the friction making her gasp into the kiss every time the head nudged her clit.

Nash felt every tremble, every tiny roll of her hips, the way her thighs clamped tighter around his waist like she never wanted to let go.

Her cunt was dripping through the thin cotton, coating him, making each grind wetter, hotter.

He kissed her deeper, swallowing her moans, one hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck, holding her exactly where he wanted.

Aiko broke first, pulling back just enough to breathe, lips swollen and shiny, eyes half-lidded.

"...Still hate you," she panted against his mouth.

Then she kissed him again, harder, like she was trying to prove it.

And failed.