The confined space inside that Porsche had basically turned into a sauna. It was like a little bubble of heat, totally cutting the Spires from the war happening inside. The air inside was thick, feeling kind of sticky on the skin. It smelled like a mix of Victoria's fancy vanilla perfume and that raw, musky scent you only get when two lunatics are really into each other.
Victoria was straddling him, her thighs squeezing tight around Nash's huge hips. She had just lowered herself all the way down, taking every single bit of his 22 centimeters cock. Her vaginal walls were incredibly tight, gripping his veiny shaft so hard it felt like they might actually break, stretching out as much as they possibly could to fit something that big.
