He hugged her tighter, thrusting up deeper but still slow, their bodies sliding slick with sweat, her heavy tits bouncing against his chest, nipples scraping like fire.

Fluids flooded continuous, her squirting in light waves with each thrust, mixing with his precum, then, he flipped her gently beneath him on the couch, her legs wrapping his waist, bodies pressed tight as he thrust deeper, speed building.

He pinned her legs back slow, folding her thighs against her chest, her knees near her shoulders, ass lifting off the couch, exposing her fully, his cock plunging straight down, stretching her pussy wide with each slam, squish gush slap as fluids flooded out in forceful waves, her cum squirting in arcs that splashed his abs, soaking the cushions till they squelched under them.

"Sarra... you're mine..." he whispered, eyes locked on hers (+8% Lust, +4% Affection), thrusting harder now, speed ramping, the couch creaking, his girth destroying her walls with delicious fire, aphrodisiac precum flooding her insides in continuous leaks, making her spasm.

She screamed soft.

"Ahh... yes... Nash!" Her moans turning raw, her pussy clenching like a grip, fluids gushing continuously, soaking everything in creamy torrents.

Nash squeezed her ass hard now, fingers digging into the plump cheeks, spreading them wide as he pounded—slap slap slap—the sound echoing, her jiggling flesh reddening under his grip.

Feels so fucking good...

He mauled her heavy tits, squeezing the overflowing flesh, thumbs pinching her nipples hard, twisting gently at first then rougher, her moans peaking.

"Nash... oh god... yes!" her body arching, pussy squirting harder, waves splashing up to the lockers across the room in sticky arcs.

He was about to ejaculate but took care of warning with a groan.

"Sarra... cumming..." but she locked her legs tighter, trapping him, her pussy milking him desperate as ropes erupted, flooding her womb in thick, hot waves, aphrodisiac cum making her orgasm chain, squirting forcefully, mixing with his load in creamy floods that gushed out around his girth, splashing the locker row in white streaks.

The couch groaned under them, cushions tearing slightly from the force, fluids soaking through in a ruined mess.

But he didn't stop; his stamina was endless. He pulled her up, hugging her tight as she rode him facing.

Their bodies fused, her heavy tits bouncing against his chest as he thrust up hard, squeezing her ass red, fingers digging bruises.

They shifted again, him pinning her down, legs folded back further, knees by her ears, ass high as he mated her deep, pounding with maximum force—slap slap slap—the couch buckling, legs creaking as he destroyed her pussy, girth stretching her wide, fluids continuous flood, her squirting in arcs, his precum and cum mixing in creamy waves that overflowed, splashing lockers again in sticky ropes.

He squeezed her tits hard, mauling the heavy orbs, pinching nipples till she screamed.

"Nash... cumming... ahh!" her body convulsing, pussy spasming as he ejaculated second time, flooding her again in endless ropes, cum gushing out in white torrents that soaked everything, the couch a ruined, sticky wreck, fluids puddling on the floor.

Third shift, she was on top but hugged close, bodies pressed, her riding wild now as he thrust up brutally, squeezing her ass and tits simultaneously, fingers digging deeply, her moans raw.

"Ahh... Nash... yours!" she screamed as he came again, ropes splashing inside and out, cum overflowing in thick streams down her thighs, mixing with her juices in a creamy lake on the couch.

Fourth position, him kneeling, her bent over the couch arm, ass high, her plump cheeks spread wide as he pounded her doggy, slamming deep—slap slap slap—her tits swinging heavy beneath her, nipples scraping the fabric.

He couldn't resist anymore.

He slid a finger slick with her juices to her asshole, pressing slow, circling the tight ring.

"Sarra... mine..." he growled, pushing the tip in—pop—stretching her tight hole gently, finger sliding in to the knuckle as he thrust his cock deep, filling both holes simultaneously.

She screamed louder.

"Ahh... Nash... inside!" her pussy clamping hard, squirting violently as he came again, ropes flooding her womb and splashing out, coating her ass and thighs in white streaks, his finger buried deep in her asshole, marking his possession.

Fifth, he pulled her up, hugging her tight against him, bodies fused, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust standing, pinning her to the locker—bang bang bang—her heavy tits bouncing against his chest, fluids dripping continuously as he slammed deep, her pussy milking him desperately.

He kissed her deep, tongue plunging, saliva swapping, messy as she sucked his tongue like a cock, bobbing her head, eyes locked.

"Nash... cum... inside..." she begged breathless.

He exploded, flooding her womb in endless ropes, cum overflowing in thick streams down her legs, splashing the lockers in white arcs as her pussy squirted simultaneously, creamy floods mixing.

The locker room was a wreck, cum splattered everywhere, lockers dripping white, couch soaked and torn, fluids pooling on the floor in sticky lakes.

Sarra gasped, her body trembling from the last orgasm, sweat-slicked skin gleaming under the locker room lights.

Her glasses were fogged, lips swollen, but her eyes burned excitation.

"Nash... harder," she panted, voice shredded. "Don't stop... wreck me... More."

Her words snapped the last thread of Nash's control. A feral grin spread across his face as he hoisted her up effortlessly, her plump thighs wrapping around his waist.

"Hold on, Sarra," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Gonna fuck you like the world's ending."

He slammed her back against the lockers—BANG!—metal denting under the impact.

Her heavy tits jolted against his chest, nipples like branding irons.

Nash pistoned into her, each thrust lifting her off the ground, her ass slamming back into the lockers with brutal force.

THUD-THUD-THUD!

Sarra screamed, head thrown back, pussy gushing floods of cream that splattered down Nash's thighs.

He flipped her onto her belly, dragging her hips up. He mounted her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other spreading her ass cheeks wide.

His cock speared her pussy, then withdrew, the thick head pressing against her asshole.

"This too," he growled.

She whimpered, not in pain, but excitation. With a brutal shove, he buried himself in her tight rear channel, stretching her impossibly wide.

He fucked both holes alternately, plunging into her pussy, then her ass, each switch drawing screams and gushing fluids.

Sarra's nails scraped the tile, body writhing as Nash pistoned harder, faster, the slaps echoing like gunfire. He came in both holes, cum geysering from her pussy, flooding her ass, overflowing in rivers that pooled beneath them.

Then, he changed position, lifting her upside-down, her legs hooked over his shoulders.

Her head hung inches above the flooded floor, hair dragging through the mess.

He drove downward, her pussy swallowing his cock in a single, brutal stroke. Gravity pulled her onto him, her g-spot grinding against his shaft with each jackhammer thrust.

Sarra's screams echoed off the walls, her tits swinging like pendulums, nipples brushing her chin.

He dropped her onto her back on the locker room floor, the cold tile against her heated skin.

Nash crouched over her, pinning her wrists above her head.

"Look at me," he commanded, thrusts slow but devastatingly deep.

Sarra's eyes locked on his, hazy with adoration and lust. He kissed her fiercely, tongues wrestling as he pounded, their shared breath hot and ragged.

"Cum for me, Sarra. Now."

His order triggered her, body seizing, pussy milking his cock as he roared, unloading inside her.

Ropes of cum erupted, so thick and voluminous it burst past his girth, painting her stomach, tits, and face in sticky white stripes.

The locker room was obliterated, walls streaked white, lockers dented and dripping, couch reduced to splinters and foam, floor submerged under inches of mixed fluids.

Sarra's body glistened, covered in Nash's mark, her pussy and asshole still pulsing around the ghost of his girth.

She nuzzled his neck, breath hitching.

"Nash... that was..."

But she couldn't finish her sentence. Words failed. Her legs tightened around him.

Nash held her close, kissing her forehead softly, whispering love as she nestled into him, heart full, body ruined but glowing.

Her skin glowed pink, drenched in sweat that mixed with the continuous flood of their fluids, her squirting waves, and his endless aphrodisiac cum gushing out in creamy torrents, soaking everything in sticky white ropes that splattered like paint thrown wild.

The couch was ruined beyond saving, cushions torn open from the force of his pounding, stuffing spilling out like guts, the fabric a sopping mess of cum puddles that pooled deep enough to ripple with each aftershock tremor from her body.

Cum splashed the locker row in thick streaks, white globs dripping down the metal doors like obscene graffiti, some hitting from her squirting arcs during that mating press crush, where he'd folded her legs back till her knees kissed her ears.

Nash's monster cock still throbbed inside her, buried to the hilt in her spasming pussy, stretched wide around his girth, walls fluttering like they were trying to suck him dry, more cum leaking out in slow, creamy waves that dribbled down his balls, adding to the flood on the floor.

He'd cum several times deep, each eruption a hot, thick deluge that filled her womb like a claim, aphrodisiac-laced ropes making her orgasms chain endlessly, her squirting mixing with his load in continuous gushes that overflowed, splashing everywhere in sticky floods.

They collapsed fully now, panting ragged, her body limp in his arms, legs still locked around his waist, pussy clenching weak aftershocks that milked a final dribble from him.

Nash pulled out slowly with a flood of cum gushing out like a dam breaking, white ropes spilling from her stretched folds in thick waves, pooling between her thighs, and dripping onto the ruined couch.

"You okay, Sarra?" he asked soft, brushing her hair back, his hand lingering on her cheek, warm, flushed, sticky with their mixed saliva from those endless tongue plays.

She nodded, giggling weak, her curvy frame shifting against him, plump ass jiggling slightly in the cum puddle beneath.

"Better than ever... And so... full."

Her hand trailed to her belly, where his multiple loads swelled her slightly, cum still leaking slowly from her pussy in white dribbles.

They sat up slowly, the couch squelching under them, ruined fabric tearing more, stuffing matted with sticky white.

Nash helped her dress, then dressed himself quickly.

They looked around, the room a disaster: couch destroyed, cushions ripped and soaked in cum puddles that gleamed under the bulb; fluids splashed across the floor in sticky lakes, footprints tracking white; lockers streaked with cum ropes, some dripping slow like melting ice; the air thick with sex reek, table cluttered but now splattered too from her squirting arcs. Sarra's eyes widened, cheeks flushing deeper.

"Oh god... we... made such a mess. It's everywhere..."

She giggled nervously, clinging to his arm, her body still trembling.

Nash chuckled low, pulling her close.

"Yeah... got carried away. But worth it, right?"

She nodded, kissing his cheek soft.

"Totally worth it."

They headed out, Nash making sure she walked steady, her legs wobbly from the pounding, cum still leaking down her thighs in slow dribbles.

The concert would start soon, and the noise grew louder outside.

I can come back later and figure why the system dragged me here. What could be this clue?

They closed the door behind them. A moment later, from inside, a soft thud echoed, something falling, splashing into a puddle of cum with a wet squelch, like the destruction had set off a chain, a mug or memo tumbling from the table into the sticky flood.

Then, suddenly, the locker row creaked.

One door opened slowly.

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