Chapter 961: Chapter 961 Category
Nina’s body began to move faster, more instinctively, riding him with abandon.
Her hips ground and rolled, bouncing her weight against him, each thrust synchronized with her deepest desire.
"Ahhhhhh..."
"Ohhhhhh..."
"Ughhhhhh..." Her moans mixed with gasps, her body trembling and shivering as heat and lust built into a fevered pitch.
Ross responded in kind, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements while letting her take the lead.
His growls and low, approving words spurred her on, driving her to move harder, faster, with more abandon.
The combination of their movements—the push and pull, the friction, the relentless pressure—sent Nina spiraling into ecstasy.
Her breasts bounced with each motion, pressed against his chest, nipples rubbing against him with every roll of her hips.
She leaned forward, her face brushing his shoulder, whispering his name in broken, desperate gasps.
Her back arched naturally, her thighs trembling, her pussy tightening, squeezing him, clenching around him, begging for more.
Minutes passed in a haze of blissful rhythm. Nina’s moans grew louder, more ragged, echoing through the room.
She felt herself approaching the edge, her body trembling with the promise of an overwhelming orgasm.
Waves of heat and pressure surged through her, each pulse more intense than the last, every movement of her hips pushing her closer to the brink.
"Ahhhhhh... Ross! I’m... I’m coming!" she gasped, her voice high-pitched and broken as her body convulsed.
Her pussy clenched violently around him, every nerve ending alight, and a flood of warmth spilled down over him.
Her body shook uncontrollably, quivering in the aftermath of her first explosive climax on top of him.
Even as she gasped and trembled, her body was still hungry, still desperate.
The lingering heat of her orgasm mixed with the relentless fullness of him inside her, and she instinctively began moving again, riding him harder, faster.
She realized this wasn’t just pleasure—this was a hunger, a need that only he could satisfy.
Ross smiled, his hands strong on her hips, guiding her, controlling her movements while letting her feel in command.
"You’re amazing, Nina. Ride me. Take it all," he murmured, his voice low, guttural, and intoxicating.
Each word, each touch, pushed her closer, igniting her desire until she was shaking, quivering, and utterly consumed by him once more.
The bed groaned under their weight, sheets sticking to their sweat-drenched skin, the room thick with the scent of sex, lust, and Nina’s overwhelming arousal.
She had no idea where her body ended and Ross’s began, no thought of anything but the raw, unrelenting pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.
Minutes stretched into eternity as Nina continued to ride him, each thrust, each bounce, each roll of her hips building the heat higher, pushing her into a state of near-constant climax.
She had never felt anything like this before, and already she knew she would never forget the overwhelming, all-consuming sensation of being completely filled by Ross, her body trembling and moaning under his domination while she took control atop him.
But when Nina thought her ride on Ross was coming to an end, she was greatly mistaken.
Ross wasn’t done—not even close.
With deliberate care, he reached out and pulled Carrie closer.
The gesture was subtle, yet full of command, and Carrie instantly understood what he wanted.
Words weren’t necessary anymore. His touch alone told her everything.
Nina’s eyes widened with realization, her cheeks flushed as her heart raced.
She licked her lips unconsciously, watching intently as Carrie positioned herself above Ross.
"Ohhhh... that’s so hot," Nina breathed, her voice husky with desire as anticipation curled low in her belly.
Carrie’s body trembled with need as she straddled Ross’s face.
Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself until her dripping pussy pressed firmly against his waiting mouth.
The instant Ross’s lips and tongue connected with her slick folds, Carrie’s back arched violently, and a scream tore from her throat.
"Ahhhhh, yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with shameless pleasure as Ross devoured her cunt.
He showed no restraint—his mouth worked her with wild, insatiable hunger, his tongue plunging and writhing inside her like a living spear.
His fat, thick tongue stretched her pink depths as if claiming every inch of her, licking, thrusting, and curling in ways that made Carrie convulse with pure ecstasy.
Her hands gripped his chest desperately, nails digging into his skin as she rode his tongue like a woman possessed.
Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her hips grinding harder against his face with every flick and thrust of that obscene, powerful tongue.
"Ohhhhhh! Ross! Ross! Ahhhhhh, it’s too much!" Carrie wailed, her voice hoarse and broken as waves of pleasure wracked her body.
She could barely think—only feel.
Each movement of his tongue dragged her deeper into bliss, her juices flowing freely and soaking Ross’s chin as she surrendered completely.
Meanwhile, Nina, still straddling Ross’s cock, was thrusting herself down in a frenzy.
Her pussy clenched and squeezed around his massive shaft as she rode him, her pace becoming wilder with every scream Carrie let out.
Watching her friend come undone on Ross’s mouth only drove her crazier.
"Ahhhh... Carrie... you look so... fucking hot," Nina moaned breathlessly, her hands gripping her bouncing breasts as she slammed her hips down onto Ross’s cock.
The bed shook beneath them, the sounds of wet flesh, desperate moans, and Ross’s muffled growls filling the room in a lewd symphony.
Carrie’s orgasm struck suddenly and violently. "C-Cumming! I’m cumming! Ohhhhhhh my god!" she shrieked, her body jerking as she squirted helplessly, her nectar gushing over Ross’s mouth and chin.
Her eyes rolled back, her voice breaking into sobs of ecstasy as the pleasure shattered her.
Ross didn’t relent—if anything, he ate her harder, his tongue fucking her cunt with merciless intensity, keeping her orgasm going far past what she thought possible.
Carrie was a mess, shaking, crying out, her body convulsing as she lost control completely.
Ross was just a sex machine on the bed and knew exactly where her pleasure buttons were.