Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

Nash grinned, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he lifted her tighter against him.

He could feel every pulse of her body around him, the heat, the squeeze, the slippery stretch clamping on his cock.

His excitement rushed like fire, mixing with his curiosity. He was wondering just how far he could go, how much more his body's improvement could do to her.

This same Nia took a longer time to break the first time, but here she was breaking on the first seconds.

He had certainly become able to drive anyone crazy with his technique, and knowing deep down he could do it all made him feel so high.

His hips began to piston, faster, stronger, each upward slam making water splash from their bodies, echoing wet and sharp in the shower.

He was now fully invested, it wasn't just about draining his lust, he needed to prove something to her and himself.

Their flesh clapped with every drive, Nia's cries rising higher, broken moans spilling out without control.

"Nash! Naaashhh! It's too much—it's so deep—ahhh!" she wailed, bouncing midair, arms tight around his neck, nails pressing into his skin as if she might fly apart if she let go.

He groaned from the thrill of it, every squeeze of her hot, dripping walls feeding his confidence.

The way she clamped on him with each thrust felt unreal, like her body itself didn't want him to leave.

Her moans turned to frantic little chants, cut apart by the pounding.

"A-ahh—so—ahhh—good—ahh!"

Nash's chest burned with pleasure, his mind alight with the thought: he could do anything with her like this. He kissed her wet neck, voice rough but steady.

"Hold tight."

He steadied her in the air, both of them panting, water running down their skin. He held her tight a moment longer, then slowly eased his grip.

Her weight sank down, impaling her deeper on his cock. The thick shaft slid further inside, stretching her walls until the base throbbed against her.

Nia screamed, clutching his neck, her legs wrapping tight around his hips like she'd fall apart.

Her face twisted in pleasure and shock, her thighs quivering as the pressure filled her belly.

"You... bastard..." she moaned, voice trembling, "...will... split me... half!"

Nash chuckled softly, kissing her cheek while his hand cupped her wet ass.

"Here, here, you can handle it. Feels like you're built to take me."

He squeezed her cheeks, spreading them wider, letting himself sink even deeper. He This soft feeling was phenomenal.

"Still a little time left on the clock. Maybe we should go back… think it's over."

She gasped, glaring through wet lashes, then groaned as her hips twitched.

"Idiot… don't you dare stop now!"

Her body started moving on its own. She rolled her hips hard, shaking against him. Every grind pushed his cock deeper, her soaked pussy squelching loud under the spray.

She bounced in his grip, using her own weight to spear herself down over and over.

"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh!" Her cries ripped out, broken, skin clapping wet under the shower.

Her juices splattered his thighs, squirting in bursts with every sharp grind.

Nash groaned, holding her tighter as she writhed, her hips slamming forward, back, twisting. Each twist made her pussy squeeze and milk him, almost dragging him out only to clamp down tighter.

"You're wild," he breathed, groaning at every squeeze. "You're gonna wreck me."

"Shut—ahhh... only you—fuck...only you... make me... CUM—Aaah...like this!" she cried, face lost in bliss.

Another spray burst out, splashing his stomach, hot and messy.

He bit her shoulder, laughing low.

"Ah? What happened to the professional virgin crusher?"

She threw her head back, voice breaking into a scream as her whole body shook, squirting again and again, hips crashing down on his cock.

Nash's breathing grew heavier, a deep grunt leaving his chest as his hips began to pound faster.

His cock drove into her with a rhythm that felt unstoppable, each thrust sharper, harder, the sound of wet flesh clapping echoing through the shower.

Passive Activated: Carnal Rhythm – body locked into an unrelenting pace. Every thrust increased the target's pleasure by 5%, stacking with each thrust.

He shifted his stance, bracing his legs, lifting her body slightly higher. Nia gasped as her back bent, almost horizontal in the air, her breasts bouncing wildly, water glistening over her skin.

Nash held her steady and then slammed into her again, faster, harder, his cock spearing her soaked pussy over and over.

Her voice broke apart, she couldn't talk anymore, only screams and moans.

"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh!"

Her tongue slipped out, mouth wide, eyes derp as her face twisted into a delirious smile. Each thrust wrung another scream from her throat, her body convulsing in his arms.

She squirted again, and again.

Nash groaned, the pleasure was phenomenal, her pussy gripping him so tight he felt her pulling at every inch.

He pounded harder, lifting her higher, then dropping her down, his cock driving deep until it kissed her womb.

The noise was obscene, wet claps, loud squelches, the sharp smack of his pelvis slamming her ass, mixed with sticky slaps and messy splashes as their bodies crashed together.

Nia's voice cracked into broken cries, her legs trembling around him.

"A-Ah! Ohhh—ahhh!" She shook violently, spraying him again, each squirt bursting out in messy streams. Her hips twisted, grinding against him, desperate for more.

She leaned forward, licking the air, her lips brushing close to his.

"Kiss... me—ahhh—kiss me!" she begged.

Nash crushed his mouth to hers, their tongues clashing, messy and wet, saliva smearing between their lips.

She moaned into his mouth as he pushed his tongue deeper, letting her wrap her own around it like she was sucking him, swallowing the tip with greedy licks.

Drool slid down their chins, her kisses broken by sharp cries each time his cock slammed in. Nash let his tongue hang out, she sucked at it like a little tongue-fellation, giggling between gasps as their mouths stayed locked in that messy, wet battle.

He pulled his dick almost all the way out, only the swollen head inside, then slammed back in, hilting her with a wet smack.

Foam bubbled from her stretched pussy around his shaft, white froth dripping down his cock.

"Fuck—you're overflowing," Nash groaned against her lips. He pounded again, each thrust shaking her body, her screams turning feral.

Her head fell back, water spraying over her face, her cries tearing out.

"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh! Cumming—ahhh—I'm cumming again!"

Nash gritted his teeth, the sensation pushing him to the edge. He slammed one last time, balls smacking her ass as his cock buried fully inside.

His body tensed, and then he exploded with a violent rush, cum surging in heavy jets, flooding her womb until it felt like her stomach might swell from the sheer load.

Nia screamed, teeth clenched, her eyes rolling as she squirted again, a wild gush spraying out in bursts, splashing his chest and stomach.

Her whole body shook uncontrollably, the mix of his hot seed filling her and her own juices spraying out.

Water thundered above, their cries echoing off the tiles, their bodies locked in the most primal rhythm until both collapsed against each other, trembling and soaked, lost in the madness of their climax.