Nash stumbled through the hallway toward the VIP lounge, his massive cock buried balls-deep in the Latina's scorching hot pussy, each step sending jolts of electric pleasure ripping through his groin.

She clung to him like a desperate koala in heat, her thick thighs locked around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back, her full, sweat-slicked tits mashing against his chest with every bounce.

Her pussy was a sweet furnace, walls clenching rhythmically around his girth, thick as her wrist, veined and pulsing, milking him with wet, sucking squeezes that made his balls ache heavy and full.

Fluids gushed from her stuffed cunt with every shift, her arousal mixed with his precum dripping in sticky rivulets down his thighs, soaking his pants that hung low around his hips.

She moaned into his neck, her breath hot and ragged, nails digging into his shoulders as she ground her clit against his pubic bone, the friction making her labia swell and puffy around his invading shaft.

"Oh dios... tan grande... me estás rompiendo... pero no pares..." she whimpered, her voice cracking as another mini-orgasm shuddered through her, her pussy spasming hard, squirting a hot spray that splashed against his abs and trickled down to puddle on the floor.

Nash gritted his teeth, feeling the warm flood coat his skin, the scent of her musk thick in the air like a drug, but he kept walking, his cock throbbing inside her without mercy, each step forcing him deeper into her slick depths.

Her ass cheeks jiggled in his gripping hands, plump and firm, slick with sweat, as he squeezed to steady her, the sensation of her walls fluttering around him nearly pushing him over the edge, but he held back, his stamina a steel trap.

In the lounge, Baby-Boom lounged on plush couches, their skimpy outfits clinging to sweat-damp skin from the performance.

Rei, the poised leader with her sharp eyes, leaned forward, fixing Aiko with a curious stare.

"Okay, spill it, Aiko. What held you up so long? We almost started without you."

Aiko fidgeted on the edge of her seat, her cheeks burning red. She couldn't meet their gazes, memories of the locker room horror flashing: that beast of a man demolishing everything while rutting like an animal.

"I-I... got locked accidentally somewhere. In a room. It was... nothing, really. Just stuck."

Kai chuckled.

"Locked? Girl, you're acting like you saw a ghost. Or something bigger."

Hina tilted her head.

"Ooh, was it a fun lock? Like, with toys?"

Everyone looked at her for a second, then mentally agreed to ignore her.

Miko crossed her arms.

"Cut the vagueness, Aiko. We need details if it's a security thing."

Before Aiko could stammer more, the door burst open. Nash strode in, calm as a psychopath at a tea party, still buried to the hilt in the Latina, her moans echoing lewdly as she bounced with his steps, pussy slurping wet around his cock.

Fluids squirted in a fresh arc from her overstuffed cunt, splashing the floor in a glistening puddle, her tits heaving with each thrust, nipples hard and dark against her olive skin.

The group froze, jaws dropping in a mix of shock and amusement. Kai burst out laughing first, clapping her hands.

"Is that... Holy shit, that's a first! Autograph while mid-fuck? Respect, dude, you're committed!"

Hina giggled wildly, bouncing in her seat.

"Yay! Orgy delivery service! Can I join?"

Nash grinned, for a second, really considering. But the other members made it easier to stay focused.

Rei sighed, rubbing her temples.

"There's a time and place for everything. This... is pushing it."

Miko narrowed her eyes hostilely.

"Who the hell are you? Security!"

Aiko let out a terrified squeak, scooting back on the couch, her thighs pressing together instinctively as she recognized him: the madman from the locker room, now with another woman impaled on him like a trophy.

"Y-You! The... the beast!"

Nash paused, acting utterly casual, as if he wasn't balls-deep in a screaming fan, his cock twitching inside her clenching heat.

He'd studied Baby-Boom obsessively, their Breakball squad known for open seduction, concerts that turned arenas into sex dens.

This was his play, the first step to counter their deadly strategy.

"Evening, ladies. Nash here. Big fan. Just came for autographs."

He glanced at Aiko, the girl flushing deep red, averting her eyes from the obscene sight, the woman's labia stretched thin around that monstrous dick, fluids dripping like a faucet.

"You... You're an animal! G-Get that... thing away!"

But her voice trembled with more than fear.

Kai leaned forward, impressed, her eyes locked on how the Latina clung without Nash even supporting her fully.

"Damn, you're carrying her like she's nothing. Not worried she'll snap that beast in half with all that bouncing?"

Nash smirked confidently, his cock throbbing inside the woman's spasming walls, feeling her juices flood hot and sticky.

"Nah, I'm confident in my dick. It can handle her all on its own."

To prove it, he let go completely, hands dropping on his hips. The Latina screamed in shock and ecstasy as gravity impaled her deeper, his full length slamming into her cervix with a wet thud, her pussy clenching like a vice in response.

She clung tighter, rubbing her clit frantically against him, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Ay... too deep... it hurts so good... I'm cumming again!"

Her body convulsed, squirting in powerful arcs that splashed Nash's chest and the floor, whimpering brokenly.

"P-Por favor... more... I can't stop..."

The girls gulped audibly, their throats dry, a collective spark firing in their wombs. Rei composed but intrigued, Miko hostile yet curious, Kai grinning, Hina clapping happily like an idiot, and Aiko flustered, hiding her face but peeking through her fingers.

They asked him about a signature, as if he were just another daring fan. Nash kept it casual, handing Rei a glossy photo of their squads, then tapped his finger on his own face printed there.

"Sign it. Right here."

The girls laughed at first, unaware of the content of the picture, but Rei's brow lifted, her eyes sharpening. A strange pause filled the air, and soon each member looked at her with worry, wondering what catastrophe she might have seen.

"You've got guts, walking in here like this. What's your game?" she asked evenly, not moving to sign.

Nash just smiled crookedly, still acting like nothing was off. The silence dragged until Miko leaned in, eyes narrowing as she saw the photo clearly. Her voice turned sharp.

"Wait... You're..."

One by one, the others crowded in to see the picture up close. They quickly recognized him in the image. Kai's smirk stiffened into something wary as she realized what she was looking at: Nash was a player from their next opponent.

The atmosphere shifted, each of them bristling, moving instinctively into a guarded stance.

"Showing up in the lion's den like this? Bold. Or rather suicidal."

Hina's giggle cracked.

"Eeeh... so scary bold. What if it's a trap?"

Aiko's face flushed even more, torn between outrage and embarrassment, fingers trembling on the photo.

"Y-you're insane... and still a pervert."

Nash shrugged lightly, voice calm.

"What can I say? Big fan. Wanted to meet you face-to-face. Autographs make good memories."

The tension was as taut as a drawn bowstring. Rei studied him with that unreadable stare, her tone smooth but heavy with doubt.

"Maybe you're a fan. Or maybe you're something else. We'll see."

She crossed her arms, glancing at Aiko.

"By the way, Mr. Beast, why's Aiko so scared? I feel like you're the answer I'm looking for."

Aiko blurted, flustered.

"H-He's a monster! He destroyed a whole room while fucking a woman! Like a beast... walls cracking, everything shaking! It was like an earthquake! I was locked in a locker... and he broke it!"

The words triggered sparks in the girls, wombs clenching involuntarily, eyes glazing with unwelcome heat at the image.

The Latina, as in sync, came again mid-chat, her pussy flooding in creamy gushes around Nash's unyielding cock, squirting ropes that hit the couch. Rei raised a brow.

"Impressive. How long can you get pounded without cumming?"

Nash squeezed the woman's ass hard, feeling her cheeks yield soft and plump under his fingers, her walls fluttering.

"Hard to cum if I'm not moving. I'll take care of her later, so mind signing my stuff so I can finish?"

He thrust shallow once, making her whimper-cry louder.

They signed reluctantly, Miko grumbling, Rei measured, the others varying, handing it back. Nash wished them good night casually.

"See you on the field." He turned, his Latina still impaled and moaning, strolling out like it was nothing.

Behind him, the Baby-Boom girls exchanged glances in silence as they watched him go.

Outside, Nash adjusted the womman's position with a growl, slamming her back against a wall in the empty hall. Perfect, he thought, he did nothing special on the surface, but it was a huge win.

He'd scanned their systems subtly during the chat, using proximity to access their systems. Now he knew their edges:

Rei, the unyielding guardian and natural leader, calm, sharp‑eyed, the one who keeps the others steady.

Miko, the tactical mind, always analyzing, quick to spot traps, hates sloppy moves but loves precision and control.

Kai, the agile powerhouse, a tomboyish bruiser who thrives on physical play and taunts, teasing opponents with her strength.

Hina, the chaotic wildcard, playful and unpredictable, she likes turning situations upside down, but hates being ignored.

Aiko, the fragile support, hot‑blooded tsundere who blushes easily, useful as emotional bait in their seduction strategy.

Among them, Kai and Hina were the most used to lure and seduce rivals, while Rei, too prideful, Miko, too serious, and Aiko, too conflicted, struggled between pride and embarrassment.

And Aiko's system? An interesting tsundere‑type.

Now that the first step was done, he could focus on the most interesting phase.

But first, cumming time.

Nash gripped the Latina's thighs bruisingly, spreading her wide as he pounded wildly, his massive cock of veined steel plunging into her drenched cunt with brutal force.

She screamed in ecstasy, her body slick with sweat, olive skin flushing from the frenzy, her full tits bouncing wildly, nipples scraping his chest like desperate pleas.

Fluids poured from her ruined pussy, mixing with his precum in frothy cream that dripped onto the floor in lewd puddles, her labia swollen, raw, and red, clinging to his shaft with every withdrawal like they never wanted to let go.

"Fuck... me estás matando... tan profundo..." she moaned, her voice breaking as he hammered her cervix, the wet slaps echoing like thunder, her ass cheeks rippling in his iron grip.

Nash felt her walls hugging him in soft waves, every squeeze pulling him deeper, not just wild friction but a steady rhythm that made his breath catch. Her legs trembled around his waist, toes curling, her body shivering with each long stroke that rolled through her like a tide.

He slowed, then surged again, switching between tender strokes and sudden deep plunges that kept her caught between sweetness and shock.

She clung harder, her eyes wet and shining, a mix of tears and bliss rolling down as he murmured low words against her ear, pressing kisses along her temple.

With steady arms he guided her back to the wall, hips driving in strong but measured, rocking her with each thrust, enough to pull cries from her throat while keeping her safe.

Her moans turned louder, raw, spilling out, until her body shook and convulsed, soaking them both in a flood of hot release.

Nash held her firmly, groaning as his thrusts grew erratic, then shuddered and released inside her with a dreamy rush, thick streams spilling deep and filling her full.

He kissed along her neck as her pussy clenched around the load, milking it out of him.

When he finally slipped free, she slid down onto the bench, chest heaving, thighs trembling open, cum leaking slow and warm.

Her face was dazed, tongue lolling out, face drunk in bliss, eyes hazy as cum dribbled down her thighs.

Nash left her there, zipping up as he walked away, thinking to himself that it was time to think about a plan now.

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