Jaz's entire world shrank down to the heat throbbing deep inside her, that thick, veiny cock buried to the hilt, stretching her virgin walls in ways that made her brain spark and short-circuit.
Every pulse from Nash's shaft sent fresh jolts up her spine, like electricity crackling through her nerves, making her thighs twitch uncontrollably around his waist.
She was sprawled on top of him, her 193 cm body a sweaty, trembling mess pinning him to the shattered remnants of the bench, splinters digging into her knees but she didn't give a fuck.
Pain? What pain? This was euphoria, pure, mind-melting bliss that drowned out everything else.
The pink steam in the locker room, the distant giggles from those Baby-Boom bitches, Jinzo's pathetic shadow in the doorway, it all blurred into nothing.
There was only Nash. His cock. His hands gripping her ass like he owned it. And holy shit, she wanted him to.
In fact, it was already his. She would give him her ass anytime.
