They stayed exactly like that, locked together, no one daring to move.
Nash's cock throbbed deep inside her, buried to the root, the thick shaft pulsing against her stretched walls like a second heartbeat.
The head sat flush against her cervix, kissing it with every throb, sending electric shocks up her spine.
Every throb made Jaz's cunt clench in answer, a slow, rolling squeeze that milked him from base to tip.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, massive biceps flexing, pulling him so tight his face was buried between her sweat-slick tits.
Her legs locked around his waist, thick thighs squeezing his ribs so hard he could barely breathe, the inner flesh sticky-wet where her juices had run down and glued them together, heels digging into the small of his back.
All 193 cm and 80+ kg of her divine body rested on his lap, her full weight pressing her ass cheeks flat against his thighs, soft flesh spreading warm and heavy, the crease of her ass kissing his balls.
