CHAPTER 84: [R18] HALFTIME SHOW (2)

They stumbled under the spray, water pouring down hot and heavy on them.

Nia’s wet skin slid against him, every curve pressing and slipping. Nash felt the heat of her body, the softness of her tits pressing into his chest, nipples dragging like sparks.

Her ass brushed him as she shifted, round and slick, teasing with each move. He held her hips, guiding her closer, feeling the swell of her pussy rub his thigh.

She giggled and whispered.

"Mmm, captain... you feel so good against me... want me to make you crazy?"

Then she leaned her weight back so his cock slid between her ass cheeks, gripping him as if her cheeks were hands she controlled.

They squeezed his dick tight, wet, her cheeks clapping softly with the motion.

His shaft pulsed with every grind, his breath rough. She looked back, smirking, moaning, how to resist not taking her right away?

The water poured down, making everything shine, her body gleaming, her lips parted as she rubbed herself against him again and again.

It was foreplay before foreplay, creativity at its peak, every inch of contact burning him up.

She rubbed her tits up his chest, moaning softly, pressing her nipples to his skin. He caught them in his hands, squeezing until she gasped, then flicked one with his tongue, making her shiver.

She slid down his body slowly, leaving hot wet kisses on his skin, until she was kneeling in the spray.

Her lips hovered over his cock, the heat of her breath making it twitch. The water was steaming on her shoulders, drops racing down between her breasts.

He felt every brush of her skin like fire. She laughed softly, a low giggle, and kissed the tip. The warmth of her lips shocked him, tender and wet.

Her tongue flicked once, teasing, and she moaned against him, the sound trembling through his shaft.

The air was thick and humid, her scent mixing with the steam. Nash groaned as she stroked him with one hand, her soft palm sliding over the thick vein, her grip hot and slick.

Each squeeze pulled a gasp from him. She looked up, eyes wide and shining, lips open.

"Mmh I want to feel you deeper, don’t hold back," and before playfully kissing the head.

The shower hissed, her moans echoed, his breath came hard. Every little lick, every slow drag of her lips made him shake inside, dizzy from the heat and the pleasure.

With a wicked smile she wrapped her hand around him, stroked once, then leaned in, swallowing him slowly into her mouth.

"Mmhh..." she moaned, eyes shining up at him.

The water mixed with wet, messy slurps as she bobbed her head. Nash groaned, one hand gripping her damp hair, the other braced to the wall.

He began to move in her mouth with a slow rhythm, hips rolling forward, his breath ragged and uneven.

Each push slid deeper, her lips stretching around him, her tongue pressing flat beneath his shaft.

The noises filled the shower, wet slurps, little chokes, the slap of water on skin.

Nia moaned around him every time he entered, sending vibrations that made his cock throb. He felt the tight pull of her throat, the heat closing in around him, slick and suffocating.

His abs tightened, knees shaking, as her eyes watered and her hands gripped his thighs. She pulled back with a gasp, drool running down her chin, then dove again, faster, shaking her head quickly.

The rhythm built, the sound of gagging mixing with her soft cries of pleasure. Each thrust dragged a new sound out of her, a high squeal, a muffled hum, until Nash was growling, lost in the wet heat of her mouth, fighting not to explode right then.

Although... He understood that he should probably end quickly, there wasn’t much time for a long session.

Nia had already forgot. She moaned louder around him, loving every inch. He felt her tongue swirl, her throat flex as she took him deeper, and it made his knees buckle.

He pulled back slightly, his hand sliding down Nia’s wet cheek. Her lips were swollen, drool dripping down her chin. His voice was low, rough.

"Enough. Time for the main attraction."

Nia giggled, her tongue darting across her lips. She stood, pressing her slick body tight against him. Her tits pressed against his chest.

"Mmm... finally."

Nash kissed her, deep and messy, tasting the wet heat of her mouth while her breath trembled against his tongue.

He slid his hands down, gripping her slick thighs, feeling the muscles flex under his palms. In one smooth motion, he lifted her off the ground, her damp skin sliding in his hold.

Her legs instantly locked tight around his waist, her arms clinging hard to his neck, nails grazing the back of his skin.

His cock, stiff like an iron rod, pressed and throbbed at her entrance, the swollen head nudging against her folds.

Nia gasped, feeling the thick head push against her folds.

"Oh my God..."

He adjusted her higher with one hand under her ass, the other holding her back steady. The tip pressed in, slow, parting her lips, wet heat spilling as she stretched around him.

She gripped his neck tighter, nails digging, panting in his ear.

"Ahh—fuck, Nash... it’s so big... don’t drop me, I’ll get split in two..."

He groaned, inching deeper, the hot squeeze hugging him tighter with every push. Her pussy clamped hard, dragging on him like velvet stretched thin. He stopped halfway, her thighs shaking.

"You’re gripping me like you don’t want to let go," he growled.

Nia whimpered, her voice breaking.

"Because if you go deeper... I’m gonna—ahhh!"

He thrust again, steady but strong, until his shaft buried deeper inside her, pressing higher. Her back arched hard, water running down her spine. She squealed, her thighs kicking.

"Nash—! It’s hitting so deep—I can feel it—"

Her nails raked his shoulders, eyes rolling as he adjusted her higher, his cock sliding another inch in. She trembled, body jerking like she couldn’t handle it.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck it’s too much—ahhh—it’s hitting my stomach!" she cried, breathless.

Nash grunted, kissing her neck, thrusting in tiny pushes to make her stretch further. Each move made her moan sharper, wet sounds spilling between them. Her head fell back, throat open in a loud gasp.

Then it happened, her body shuddered, legs locking tighter around him. A gush burst out, spraying against his abs and dripping down his thighs. She squirted, crying out.

"AAHhh! I—ahhh! I can’t—I can’t hold it!"

He held her tighter, his cock buried halfway inside, pulsing against her walls. She clung to his neck desperately, panting and moaning.

"You’re... fucking bastard..." she gasped. "I can’t even take it all yet—"

Nash smirked, adjusting his grip, ready to push her further.

"Then hold on tight. I’m not done."