Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball - Chapter 178

Chapter 178: [R18]A Cuck’s POV(2)
Another brutal drop.

CLAP!!

Jaz’s ass meat slammed Nash’s thighs so hard the bench jumped an inch off the floor.

Her tits flopped wildly, slapping her own chin, sweat and drool flying.

The bulge punched up her belly again, traveling almost to her chest before vanishing.

Jaz’s head snapped back, silver hair whipping.

“OH FUCK YES—IT’s SO GOOD!!”

She started moving on her own, and, oh boy, she was powerful.

A true giantess’ strength.

Her hips slamming down so hard the bench creaked like it was gonna snap.

CREAK—CLAP!

Faster.

Harder.

The bench was literally dying.

Every time she slammed down, the wood screamed louder CREAK—CRACK—CREAK, one leg already bent sideways, splinters flying.

Her ass cheeks rippling in perfect waves, clapping his thighs raw.

Nash growled, grabbed both her massive tits like handles, fingers sinking deep into soft, overflowing flesh, squeezing so hard that milk-white handprints bloomed on her tan skin.

Jaz screamed joy, pure filthy joy, drool pouring from her open mouth.

She was feral now.

Hips pistoning like a machine gone mad, ass cheeks clapping Nash’s thighs so hard the sound ricocheted off the lockers like gunshots.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

What the hell was that? My Jaz? This animal was the shy giantess who read stupid children’s books?

Sweat sprayed off her body in sheets, her hair whipping wildly, tits flopping so violently they slapped Nash with wet smacks Iif he let go of them.

The bastard himself seemed overwhelmed by her Abaddon,his voice came out between thrusts, half-laughing, half-gasping:

“Jaz—fuck… slow down… gonna— break… the damn bench—”

She didn’t listen.

She didn’t slow.

Oh, for refusing to obey, she was hold medal.

She leaned forward instead, massive tits swinging like wrecking balls, and crushed them against his face.

“Take them—suck them— Ooh yes…!!”

Nash groaned, mouth latching on one nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling.

Jaz’s eyes rolled back, drool already pouring from her open mouth.

Then she opened it.

She let the spit fall.

A thick, clear rope of saliva dropped straight from her tongue onto Nash’s cheek, rolled down his jaw, pooled on his chest between her tits.

Another rope.

Another.

My heart my have stopped there.

What the hell Jaz?…

She was drooling on him on purpose, marking him, glazing his face and her own tits with her spit like a bitch in heat.

I watched it happen in slow motion.

She was drooling on him, literally.

My girlfriend was drooling on another man’s face while his cock was buried in her cunt.

She never even let me kiss her.

And now she’s glazing him like a fucking donut.

I’m Jinzo.

It should have been me.

I should be the one living this experience.

I’m supposed to stop this.

But my legs wouldn’t move.

My voice was gone.

Nash paused, just for a moment, cock buried to the hilt, Jaz’s drool running down his chin.

Then he grinned.

He licked a long stripe up her tit, gathering her spit, and swallowed it.

Holy shit… This bastard was nasty as fuck.

But he didn’t stop there.

He fisted her beautiful hair, yanked her head down, and crashed his mouth against hers.

That thing wasn’t a kiss. A kiss was supposed to be a delightful and cute moment, but that thing was a nasty, open-mouthed, tongue-fucking drool fest.

Mouths wide, tongues wrestling, sloppy, spit pouring out the sides in thick streams that ran down their chins, dripped onto her tits, mixed with sweat, already glazing her skin.

They swallowed each other’s spit like it was oxygen, moaning into the kiss, hips still rolling slow and deep.

GLORP—SCHLICK—GLORP

The wet sounds from their mouths and her cunt were the same filthy rhythm.

Jaz broke the kiss just long enough to gasp:

A thick, silvery bridge of spit stretched between their open mouths, long, glossy, trembling. It caught the pink light like glass, quivering with every ragged breath they took.

“More… make me messy—”

Nash licked his lips, tasting her on them, then lunged forward again, sucking the bridge back into his mouth with a second before it snapped, crashing into her lips.

Jaz moaned, chasing his tongue, letting another fresh rope of drool pour from her mouth straight onto his.

They stayed like that, mouths connected by that obscene, living thread of spit, breathing each other in, sharing the mess like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The bench gave another ominous CRACK!

They didn’t care.

Jaz slammed down harder, faster, drool pouring from both their mouths now, glazing everything.

I stayed there, warcock throbbing untouched.

If only my legs allowed me to move…

My girlfriend is swapping spit with the guy who stole my life… I just want to beat his ass so bad…

But everyone here seems to be on his side.

Surely they would interfere if I punched him…

I’m forced to stay there and watch him breed her, there’s nothing else I can do.

The worst?

Watching my goddess get glazed inside and out made me feel like I was gonna cum without touching myself.

The Baby-Boom girls had formed a half-circle behind me, close enough that I could feel their heat and their cruel, delighted eyes on the back of my neck.

Were they expecting me to move? To attack Nash and stop this?

You chose the wrong guy, girls.

I could have…. I should have… But… I couldn’t understand why I didn’t move earlier… Wait…

Why wasn’t I moving in the first place? Why was I busy watching?

Ah, yes… They were too many people. If I tried, they would overpower me. I have no other choice, right?

I couldn’t understand my body and mind anymore.

I should be crying, but it was another part of my body that was leaking, I could feel it, and it was the worst part possible.

Everything smelled like Jaz’s cunt and Nash’s cum and their spit.

My shorts were soaked at the front.

And it wasn’t sweat.

Yet I hadn’t touched myself once.

Jaz was feral.

She had Nash pinned, by her weight, her thighs, her tits, and was riding him like the bench owed her money.

CLAP!

Every drop sent her ass rippling, tits flopping, hair whipping.

The bulge in her belly rose and fell like a second heartbeat.

Nash had both hands full of her ass, squeezing so hard the flesh bulged between his fingers, spreading her cheeks wide so I could see his cock spearing in and out, coated thick in white foam and fresh cum.

Every thrust pushed another glob out of her cunt.

It dripped off his balls in long, sticky ropes.

Splattered the floor.

Splashed my shoes.

“Damn… look at her go.” Nia purred. “I thought I was intense, but Jaz might actually be the final boss. The only girl who can make him drop. Come on, queen, break him!”

Aiko stood beside her, arms crossed tight under her tits, thighs pressed together, biting her lip hard.

She was soaked, I could see the gleaming of her love juice spreading slowly on her thighs.

Hina bounced on her toes, massive tits jiggling.

“Ugh, it’s taking forever, I want my turn right now… so I can get it over!”

Get it over? Are you stupid?

This bitch… I thought she was pure

Rei was glued to the scene, arms hanging limp at her sides, ice-blue eyes wide and glassy.

Her thighs trembled.

A slow, dark stain spread across the front of her black shorts, and she hadn’t even noticed yet.