The low growl of Nash resonated against the moist skin of Victoria's neck, his colossal arms still locked around her golden waist. The bedroom was filled with a heavy smell of sex, sweat, and forgotten coffee. His monumental cock, still buried deep inside her, twitched with every pulse of his blood, keeping the blonde's uterus in a continuous state of spasm. Victoria let out a long, high-pitched moan, a vibrating sound that broke against the ruined sheets of the villa.
"Ah… Han… Nash… don't move," she murmured, breathless, her golden ass twitching slightly against his crotch. "If you move even an inch, I think I'm gonna… mhnn… squirt again."
Nash let out a hoarse laugh, a satisfied male groan that made the Upperworld Queen's chest vibrate, pressed against him on her side.
