Chapter 947: Chapter 947 Artist
"Yesss... ohhh god, Ross!" she cried, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed face as she threw her head back, bouncing on him faster now.
Her breasts jiggled wildly with each thrust, and Ross’s eyes locked onto them, his cock twitching even deeper inside her at the sight.
Ross finally leaned in, his mouth wrapping around one of her pink nipples.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, while his other hand massaged her other breast.
Nina nearly screamed as the shockwaves from his touch mixed with the overwhelming fullness inside her.
Her body was in overdrive—pain, pleasure, fear, lust—all colliding into one unstoppable storm.
She had started as a virgin girl forcing herself to endure the impossible, but now she was a woman riding Ross Oakley’s cock like her life had been leading up to this moment.
Ross smirked against her breast, giving her nipple a final bite before looking up at her flushed face.
"That’s it, Nina... show me how badly you want this cock. Prove you can take it all."
And Nina, drowning in the madness of it all, answered not with words, but with her hips—slamming down harder, faster, louder—until the room was filled with the wet, sinful music of her surrender.
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Nina’s body shook violently as she continued to bounce atop Ross, each movement sending ripples of fire through her pussy.
Her hips rolled and thrust of their own accord, desperate to ride every inch of the massive cock buried deep inside her.
She felt stretched to her absolute limit, every nerve ending lit up in searing heat, yet she couldn’t stop.
She wanted it. She needed it.
"Oh my god... oh my god! I’m coming, Ross!" she shrieked, her voice raw and broken with desire.
Her pussy clenched uncontrollably, milking him as her first orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
Her juices sprayed over his cock, coating it, and her body convulsed against his with such force it was almost as if she were trying to merge with him completely.
Ross didn’t remain still. With a dark, commanding growl, he thrust upward into her violently, meeting every downward bounce with brutal, perfect timing.
The impact drove Nina’s climax into overdrive, stretching it longer, hotter, harder than she could have imagined.
"Ahhhhhh! Ohhhh, Ross! More... don’t stop!" she cried, her words lost amid the frantic rhythm of her own body.
Her thighs quaked, her ass slapped against him with each downward grind, and her hands dug into his broad shoulders, nails scratching lightly as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensations.
Her body refused to calm.
Every thrust, every squeeze of her pussy walls around him, triggered another wave of pleasure.
She squirted again, this time a heavier, hotter gush, soaking him further.
The room was filled with the sounds of wet friction, her ragged moans, and the heavy thuds of their bodies colliding.
Ross’s hands gripped her hips firmly, controlling her movements now.
"You’re a fast learner, Nina," he growled, his deep voice vibrating through her chest.
"Ride me. Show me how much you need this cock. Scream for me!"
Nina’s body answered without hesitation.
She bounced harder, faster, lost entirely to the whirlwind of lust.
Her blonde hair clung to her sweaty skin, chest rising and falling erratically, and her nipples pressed into his chest with each erratic motion.
The tightness of her pussy around his massive cock, combined with the relentless pounding, sent her mind spinning.
Every nerve, every fold inside her screamed for release, and yet the pleasure only deepened.
"Ohhhhhh... I’m going to... it’s so fucking good! Oh my god! Fuck! Ross!" she screamed, her body trembling as yet another orgasm exploded inside her, milking him fully.
Her cries grew louder, sharper, more desperate with every pulse of her climax.
Ross continued to thrust, dragging her through the waves of her multi-layered orgasms, ensuring none of them would fade too quickly.
By now, Nina had lost all sense of control. Her back arched, her ass bounced uncontrollably, and her pussy walls clenched around Ross’s cock like a vice.
She was screaming, moaning, shivering, writhing—a perfect storm of lust, pain, and overwhelming pleasure.
Every motion of his hips made her body shiver again, every glance from his dark eyes drove her further into insanity.
Ross leaned closer, whispering in her ear,
"So fucking beautiful. Let go completely, Nina. I’m yours, and you’re mine. All of this... every drop, every scream, every inch of you belongs to me now."
And with that, Nina surrendered fully, throwing herself into his cock and riding it as though she had no will of her own, only the uncontrollable need to feel him inside her—completely, entirely, and utterly.
"Ohhhh..." Nina moaned, her whole body trembling as Ross’s cock swelled to its thickest inside her.
Her pussy instinctively squeezed tighter, almost afraid of how big he felt at that moment.
Then it happened.
Ross let out a low, guttural groan, his cock pulsing violently as he unleashed.
Hot, thick cum gushed deep inside her, filling her pussy in heavy waves.
The first burst was already enough to make her gasp, but it didn’t stop—he kept cumming, thick spurts flooding her insides again and again until she swore she could feel herself being stretched not just by his cock but by the sheer volume of his seed.
"Ahhhhhh... Ross! It’s so hot! You’re filling me up!" Nina cried, her back arching as the molten heat spread through her cunt.
Each spurt slammed directly at her womb, pounding at the gates, demanding entry, making her shiver with a strange primal delight.
Her pussy clamped down hard, milking him, refusing to let a single drop escape.
But Ross was simply too much.
After several long moments, Nina felt the thick cream begin to leak around his cock, dripping down onto his balls and staining the sofa beneath them.
The messy, sinful sound of wet squelching filled the room every time her pussy twitched.