Sarra grew bolder, her tongue meeting his eagerly now, tangling in a slow, wet dance that sent sparks down his spine.

She pressed closer, her curvy frame molding to his, those heavy tits flattening against his chest, nipples hard and scraping through his shirt like little diamonds.

He could have sworn tits were softer when the boobs where bigger, yet, hers were rock hard.

He groaned low, his hands sliding to her waist, feeling the soft give of her skin, the curve of her hips flaring out like a goddess built for sin.

He wanted to dig his fingers in, bruise her, pull her down on his cock and pound till she screamed. But the system was keeping him in that damn cage.

Praise her heart, not just the body.

"Sarra," he whispered against her lips, pulling back just enough to lock eyes, his voice soft and focused, "you're everything to me. Not just this body, your heart's what makes me need you."

Her Lust spiked with that bedroom tone (+10%), her cheeks glowing redder, and she chased his lips with a whimper, initiating the next kiss herself, deeper, hungrier, her tongue pushing into his mouth tentative but bold.

Nash let her explore, sucking gently on her tongue, feeling it slide against his, wet and warm. She moaned, her hands fumbling at his shirt buttons, popping them open clumsy but determined, stripping him between kisses.

Her fingers traced his chest, nails scraping light, sending shivers through him. He shrugged the shirt off, his skin hot against hers, and she pressed closer, her bare tits now squishing direct on his bare chest, soft, heavy flesh enveloping him, nipples dragging like fire as she shifted.

The feeling of those gigantic orbs covered in sweat, swiping his bare skin while the taste of her tongue was in his mouth...

Nash was literally in heaven, in the deepest room of Nirvana.

[Alert: Trigger Update – Kissing Added to Events]

- Deep, intimate kissing now triggers +15% Lust for Sarra during close encounters.

- She gains a bonus aphrodisiac sensitivity from Nash's saliva, increasing her arousal build-up by 20%.

- New behavior: Sarra will seek out and initiate mouth-focused play, craving the connection and taste.

Nash barely registered the alert before Sarra dragged him back to her mouth.

She seemed to feel the shift instantly, her Lust surging, and she dove back in with newfound hunger, her lips crashing to his, tongue plunging deep, swirling around his like she was starving for his taste.

She sucked on his tongue slow, pulling it into her mouth, her saliva mixing with his in wet, sloppy strings that dripped when she pulled back for air.

"Mmmhhhaaa... Nash... Mmh... your mouth... tastes so good... Mmmh," she whispered breathy, then bit his lower lip gently, tugging it before releasing with a pop, her eyes hazy behind her glasses.

He groaned, the aphrodisiac in his saliva hitting her like a drug, her body trembling. She initiated again, tilting her head to suck on his upper lip, then lower, her tongue flicking out to trace his teeth, exploring every inch like a new obsession.

Nash's hands slid to her back, feeling the soft curve of her spine, the dimples above her ass, smooth, warm skin that made him want to claw in, mark her.

But he kept it light, stroking up and down, hugging her closer till their bodies fused, her heavy tits flattening fully against him, nipples hard points piercing him.

Sarra whimpered into the kiss, her hands fumbling lower now, tugging at his already-down pants, stripping them off fully between breaths, her fingers brushing his monster cock, feeling the throbbing girth, the veins pulsing hot under her palm.

"So big... for me?" she murmured against his lips, then dove back in, her tongue playing fetish games, sucking his hard, pulling it deep till he felt the back of her throat, then releasing with a wet slurp, saliva trailing between them like lewd strings.

She licked his lips clean, then bit gentle again, tugging, her breath hot and ragged. Nash's precum leaked steady now, the aphrodisiac scent filling the air, making her grind against his thigh, her jeans soaked through.

Fuck, this kissing fetish... she's turning into a mouth slut, and it's driving me wild.

He wanted to shove his cock down her throat, make her choke on it. But no, he had to be gentle, at least until she gave him any form of green light.

He hugged her tighter, bodies pressed so close her heartbeat thrummed against his chest, her soft belly rubbing his abs, her curves molding like she was made for him.

He kissed her back, slow and deep, tongue wrestling hers in a wet tangle, saliva swapping, dripping down their chins, the taste of her cherry gloss mixing with his salt.

She moaned louder, then started sucking on his tongue like a mini cock, bobbing her head slow, her cheeks hollowing with suction, eyes locked on his through her fogged glasses.

Nash's restraint frayed further, his monster throbbing against her thigh, leaking precum in sticky trails on her skin.

Nash groaned low, his hands sliding to her back, tracing the curve of her spine down to her ass, plump cheeks yielding under his fingers, soft and jiggly, warm like fresh dough he wanted to knead hard.

Feels so fucking good... wanna dig in, spread 'em wide and slam deep. But slow... hug her tighter.

He pulled her jeans down inch by inch between kisses, her hips wiggling clumsy and cute to help, revealing her soaked white panties, fabric clinging wet to her folds, the scent of her arousal hitting him like a wave, musky and sweet, making his cock harder.

Sarra broke the kiss for air, panting, then dove back in, her tongue plunging deep into his mouth, swirling around his with wet, sloppy strokes, sucking on it like she was starving for his taste.

Saliva swapped in messy strings, dripping down their chins as she bit his lower lip gentle, tugging with a pop, then licked the sting away.

"Nash... I need more..." she whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders as she pushed him back onto the couch, him sitting, her straddling slowly, their bodies hugging tight, skin on skin now as her panties slid aside.

Nash guided her down onto his cock, slowly, inch by inch, her pussy parting around the head with a wet squish, stretching wide around his 16.4 cm girth, the system's passive making it feel like soft arousing fire gliding in, amplified pleasure hitting her nerves like sparks.

She gasped into his mouth.

"Ahh... so big... filling me..." her walls clenching tight, juices flooding out in a warm gush, dripping down his shaft in sticky rivulets, soaking his balls.

Nash's thoughts fractured.

Holy shit... Shit, shit, shit... so tight... resist... be gentle... hold her close, let her rock slow.

He hugged her tighter, their chests pressed, her heavy tits squashing against him, nipples dragging fire with each shift, her plump ass settling on his lap as she sank fully—squish, gush—as fluids leaked out in a continuous trickle, puddling on the couch.

She started rocking slow, hugging him back, their bodies fused, her arms around his neck, his around her waist, pulling her closer till there was no space, her soft belly rubbing his abs, her thighs squeezing his hips.

"Mmm... Nash... deeper..." She moaned, breathless and sweet, her pussy clenching with each grind, fluids squirting light in waves, mixing with his precum that leaked inside her, terrible aphrodisiac, making her tremble harder.

Nash kissed her deep, the tongue fetish play ramping, sucking hers back into his mouth, wet strokes turning sloppy, saliva dribbling as she licked his teeth, traced his gums, bit his lip again with a tug that stung sweet.

Fuck, her mouth... obsessed, sucking like she wants to eat me. Hold back... Just a little more...

They shifted slow, her leaning back slightly but still facing, bodies close, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing gentle at first, feeling the plump cheeks yield like pillows, jiggling with each rock.

"Ahh... yes..." She moaned louder, her speed building gradually, her pussy flooding more, continuous gush of juices and precum soaking the couch cushions in a growing wet spot.

Nash's restraint frayed.

In his mind, he was fire.

Wanna squeeze harder, slap that ass red, pound up till she bounces.

But in her mouth, he was cotton.

"Sarra... you're incredible... your heart, your body... driving me insane," he whispered, triggering surges (+15% Affection, +5% Trust), her moans turning desperate.

"Nash... more... harder..."

Her plea hit like a spark in his brain.

Harder? She said harder??? Harder like no hold back, right??? Fuck... FUCK, FUCK, Lord, have mercy on her.

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