Chapter 942: Chapter 942 Orchestra
Nina’s eyes glazed with lust as she looked up at Ross, drool dripping from her lips.
"I... I can’t stop... I don’t want to..." she whispered, before diving back down onto him, licking, kissing, and stroking with even greater desperation.
She was already crazy for Ross’ cock even before he had put it deep inside her virgin cunt.
Ross smirked, his voice like velvet-coated steel.
"Good girl. Keep going. Show me just how far you’ll fall."
Nina moaned against his cock, the vibrations making his thick shaft twitch.
She was completely lost now, her entire world narrowed to the taste, the smell, and the feel of Ross Oakley’s monstrous cock.
She kept at it, hands stroking, tongue sliding over every inch of Ross’s enormous cock, lips pressing and sucking with greedy desperation.
His groans deepened, vibrating through the air, his breathing ragged, each pulse and twitch of his shaft pushing her closer to the edge of both fear and desire.
Nina’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as she felt the pressure building, knew the inevitable was coming.
And then it happened.
Pew!
Pew!
Pew!
Ross came explosively, his hot, thick cum erupting like a fountain and splashing over Nina’s face.
The first stream hit her forehead, ran down over her eyelids, and trickled along her cheeks.
Her eyes squeezed shut as another volley struck, coating her nose, lips, and the golden strands of her luscious hair.
A few thick ropes dripped down her chin, landing with a wet, sticky warmth on her heaving breasts.
The sheer amount left her trembling, overwhelmed, and utterly powerless under his dominance.
Nina instinctively pressed her lips together, trying to resist, but then a memory flickered in her mind—those secret porn videos she had watched late at night.
The women there had taken every drop, licked it, swallowed it eagerly, with boldness and confidence.
The thought was scandalous... and intoxicating.
Her tongue hesitated, then darted out tentatively, tasting the musky, salty liquid.
The flavor hit her instantly, rich and primal, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her.
Oh my god...
She gasped as her body betrayed her completely.
The sinful taste, the sticky heat against her skin, the very filthiness of it—it made her wetter, hotter, hungrier.
"Ohhhhh..." she moaned, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed deep red.
Her hands moved automatically, stroking his shaft now slick with pre-come and cum, gliding easily as the wetness intensified.
Every lick sent sparks of heat straight to her clit, her thighs pressing together as her panties grew drenched.
Her hands traced over his thick base, rolling his heavy balls gently, feeling the weight and pulse of him beneath her palms.
Guilt flickered briefly—Zack’s face popped unbidden into her mind, the thought of him watching her like this.
I’m a whore... I shouldn’t... she thought, but it was fleeting.
The taste, the feel, the undeniable thrill coursing through her body erased every trace of shame.
Lust roared in her veins, her mind narrowing to nothing but Ross and the pleasure he could give her.
Her lips moved over his cock again, slurping, sucking, flicking her tongue over the slick head.
Her fingers pumped along the length in perfect rhythm, her free hand teasing and kneading his balls, coaxing him to pulse and twitch even more.
Every groan from him made her shiver with excitement, made her throat and pussy throb in tandem.
Ross leaned back, dark eyes gleaming, arms spread wide in absolute command.
"So beautiful and obedient," he rumbled, voice low and rough, vibrating through her chest.
"I knew you’d like the taste. You’re learning fast... but can you handle the next step?"
Nina’s chest heaved, her breath hot and ragged.
She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, face sticky with his cum, hair damp and clinging to her cheeks.
Her mouth still tingled from the taste, her body aflame with desire.
And for the first time, she didn’t hesitate.
Her mind had surrendered completely—her mouth, hands, and senses were his to command.
She swallowed hard, licking every last drop she could reach, then pressed herself closer, thighs trembling, ready to obey whatever he asked next.
Every nerve in her body screamed for him, for more, for the forbidden thrill of being his.
"Well done, Nina. Now it’s time to make you mine," Ross said, his voice low and commanding, vibrating against her ear.
His strong hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer as he guided her to straddle him on the plush sofa.
A thin layer of fabric separated her soaked, glistening pussy from his throbbing cock, and the friction alone made her tremble.
The heat radiating from him, combined with the slickness of her own arousal, sent electric jolts straight through her core.
Her hips moved almost instinctively, grinding softly against him, each frictional stroke making her gasp and arch into him.
She couldn’t help but glance down—and froze in awe.
Ross’s cock wasn’t just thick—it was massive, pulsing and straining beneath her, stretching far past her navel.
Veins bulged along the shaft, throbbing with every pulse, every heartbeat, and the sight alone made her knees weaken.
It wasn’t just the girth that overwhelmed her—it was the sheer length, the impossibility of it.
Her mind faltered for a second, awestruck, but the warmth of him beneath her and his commanding presence pulled her back immediately.
Ross’s hands roamed her curves, caressing her sides, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, then squeezing firmly, reminding her that she was entirely his.
His large hands were relentless, possessive, guiding her movements and forcing her to feel him in every inch of her body.
"Up... down... feel me, Nina. Let me see how much you want this," he murmured, his voice rough and commanding, vibrating with dark pleasure.
"Ahhhhh..." Nina moaned, her words lost in her own rising lust.
Her wet pussy rubbed against his thick, hard cock through the thin fabric of her panties, the friction maddening.
Heat pooled deep in her belly, radiating outward until every nerve was alight.
Her breath grew shallow, ragged, as her body shivered with need.