Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball - Chapter 177

Chapter 177: [R18]A Cuck’s POV
(Jinzo’s POV)

I couldn’t move.

The pink steam rolled over me like a living thing, thick, humid, dripping with the stink of sweat, cum, and so many girls.

It coated my tongue, my throat, my lungs.

I tasted them with every breath.

It was exciting, the kind of smell a man should dream about, but I couldn’t enjoy it.

I wasn’t the one in the mess, enjoying the girls.

I was Jinzo.

I was the idiot standing in the doorway with his mouth open.

Kai and Hina flanked me like bouncers from hell, arms crossed, smirking.

Behind them, the other girls giggled, pointed, whispered.

No one closed the door, everyone was enjoying the show.

From this side the view was perfect, side-on, no blind spots.

I could see everything my brain refused to admit.

Nash was on the bench, legs spread, abs

shining by who knows how much fluids, his dick jutting up like an angry and slick beast. It had many veins pulsing like ropes, that thing was definitely not a dick, but probably an arm.

And this dick was in the worst place in the world.

Jaz, my Jaz. She straddled him forward, in a cowgirl position.

My 193 cm of goddess, naked, trembling, her hair wild and plastered to her face, her seductive golden eyes locked on Nash like the world had narrowed to just him.

She sank down.

The swollen head pressed against her stretched lips, flushed dark, swollen, still gaping slightly from the stretch.

One inch.

Her cunt lips parted around the crown, trembling like they might tear, the texture seemed glossy and slick from… Was that… precum? It mixed with her own juices.

A low, broken moan rolled out of her throat.

“Mmmh…Nash… yes…”

Another inch.

The shaft disappeared slowly, her walls fluttering, sucking him in greedy, the thick veins dragging along her inner ridges with a wet, obscene drag.

Her massive tits bounced once with the motion, heavy, round, sweat flying off the dark nipples in glittering arcs that caught the pink lights and sparkled mid-air.

Sweat beaded on her collarbones, rolled between them in slow, sensual lines, dripping off one nipple like before falling with a tiny wet plink onto Nash’s thigh.

Another inch.

The bulge rose in her belly, so obscene, traveling up under her tan skin, like his cock was winning territories inside her, pushing against her abs.

My mind shattered, I was frozen for a moment. Jaz? My Jaz?? What was that? Why was that happening?

My view blurred, I felt like screaming.

But the only thought coming to my mind was….

That bulge… fuck… it’s almost to her ribs… is he gonna pull her womb out through her pussy?

Wait…. What? What the hell was this question?

She was my girlfriend, she never opposed me before.

So why….

It was horrible, it was a stab right in the chest. I should just go in there and beat the hell out of this bastard.

But look at it…

Look how far it goes…

He’s rearranging her guts… Holy shit look at that thing entering her, stretching her fucking womb…

So many years I waited and never even got to finish inside her mouth. And now she was letting him do her… So far…

It wasn’t just masturbating, this bulge moving up and down, it was definitely inside her.

How was that even scientifically possible? Could that thing pierce through? Aren’t there any bone there?

Jaz’s moan turned deeper.

“Nngh… fuck… Nash, you’re so… aah… fuck… I love it…”

She dropped the last few inches on her own, ass cheeks clapping loud against his thighs with a wet SMACK that echoed off lockers, tits slapping her chin heavy.

CLAP!

What the fuck? Get off this bastard instead of faking enjoying it, you bitch!

Her back arched hard, hair whipping, eyes rolling back.

Was she passing out?

Nash’s hands locked on her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh so hard the skin bulged around them.

“Good… take it… you’re perfect…”

What do you mean, perfect? She was perfect, and you’re ruining it!

He lifted her again slowly, letting me see every inch drag out, coated thick in white cream, her lips clinging desperately, then slammed her down.

CLAP!!

Again.

CLAP!!

And again.

CLAP!! CLAP!! CLAP!!

Each drop faster, harder, her ass rippling in waves, tits bouncing, sweat flying off her skin in sparkles.

The wet squelching sounds were obscene (GLORP—SCHLICK—GLORP), her cunt foaming white around the base, juices squirting, soaking his thighs and the bench.

Nash lifted her again, higher this time.

SCHLORP!

The cock dragged out slowly, every fat inch coated in a thick, filthy layer of white cum-foam, like someone had whipped cream all over his shaft and her cunt was the bowl.

Thick globs clung to the veins, stretching in long sticky strings that snapped and splattered the bench.

More poured out of her gaping hole, no trickling, literally pouring, thick, pearly rivers running down her inner thighs, soaking Nash’s balls, dripping off in heavy ropes that slapped the wood like a sauce spilled.

I stared, brain blank, mouth dry.

That’s his load.

Thick, white, nasty.

A real load.

He fucking came.

He dumped it raw inside my girlfriend’s virgin cunt.

Without rubber.

He didn’t pull-out, just pumped her full like a cheap whore.

So many years I kept her clean.

So many years I’ve waited until we were ready.

And this bastard breeds her in one night.

My Jaz.

My pure Jaz.

Now a cum-soaked bitch.

And she’s smiling…

She’s getting stuffed in a man’s heavy cum, so much it’s overflowing.

Doesn’t she realizes she could get pregnant?

She’s taking a messy, heavy creampie, stuffing her with more than her womb could take, and she’s enjoying it?

The thought alone created something in me, I started feeling like my pants was suddenly tighter.

Another brutal drop.

CLAP!!

Her ass is so huge it’s swallowing his lap… every clap sounds like meat hitting meat…

His hands are squeezing her cheeks so hard they’re gonna leave bruises for weeks…

Is he trying to tear them off?

Stop… Those are my ass cheeks… I mean… were…

Jaz’s moans turned wilder.

“Nash… yes… deeper… fuck me… I’m yours…”

Her voice cracked, eyes glassy and lost, body moving on pure instinct now, hips grinding desperately, tits bouncing heavy with every roll.

Her eyes closed tight at first, head down, yellow hair falling like a curtain, lips parted in a gasp, her breath hitching sharply like she couldn’t believe the burn.

Then head up slowly, eyes opening wide, golden irises flickering with shock, pupils blown, tears welling as the stretch hit deeper.

Another thrust, and her eyes rolled up, whites showing, lashes fluttering, mouth opening wider in a drunk, euphoric O, tongue lolling slight, drool bubbling at the corners.

The more she took, the more intense was her reaction, eyes twitching, crossing, rolling back again, head lolling side to side, hair sticking to sweat-slick cheeks, moans turning reactive, drunk, mind-melted.

“Nngh… ahh… fuck… yes… Nash, I love you—”

No…

She said it.

She never said it to me like that.

Not once.

So many years and the best I got was “you’re sweet.”

He gets “I love you” while his cock is rearranging her organs.

Nash’s hands slid up from her hips, cupped her massive tits from below, thumbs circling stiff nipples.

“You’re so beautiful… my perfect girl… move for me…”

He squeezed hard, pulling her tits like handles, twisting her nipples gently, then rough.

Jaz whimpered, leaned forward, smothered his face between her tits, grinding slow and deep.

Nash sucked a nipple hard, bit gently, licked the sweat off her skin.

She moaned into his hair, hips rolling, cunt clenching.

They were gentle and brutal at once, sweet whispers, filthy thrusts, bodies locked in perfect rhythm.

And I just watched.

Frozen.

Hard.

Broken.

The door stayed wide open.

And the pounding never slowed.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

And Jaz just kept smiling.

Kept moaning.

Kept cumming.

While I stood in the doorway and drowned.