Another brutal drop.
CLAP!!
Jaz's ass meat slammed Nash's thighs so hard the bench jumped an inch off the floor.
Her tits flopped wildly, slapping her own chin, sweat and drool flying.
The bulge punched up her belly again, traveling almost to her chest before vanishing.
Jaz's head snapped back, silver hair whipping.
"OH FUCK YES—IT's SO GOOD!!"
She started moving on her own, and, oh boy, she was powerful.
A true giantess' strength.
Her hips slamming down so hard the bench creaked like it was gonna snap.
CREAK—CLAP!
CREAK—CLAP!
CREAK—CLAP!
Faster.
Harder.
The bench was literally dying.
Every time she slammed down, the wood screamed louder CREAK—CRACK—CREAK, one leg already bent sideways, splinters flying.
Her ass cheeks rippling in perfect waves, clapping his thighs raw.
Nash growled, grabbed both her massive tits like handles, fingers sinking deep into soft, overflowing flesh, squeezing so hard that milk-white handprints bloomed on her tan skin.
