"… What in the world?" Nash murmured.
Victoria felt him go still under her.
She was still sitting on him, full, dripping, her cunt squeezing in small pulses and pulling another weak twitch out of a cock that had no reason to stay hard and stayed hard anyway.
Her palms were flat on his stomach, blonde hair falling around her face. She followed his gaze over her own shoulder, saw only the dark room, and came back to him.
She pressed him from the inside, hard enough to steal his breath.
"What?"
Nash blinked, then laughed.
"Nothing. Nothing."
"You said something."
He put both hands on her thick ass and squeezed, pulling her half a centimeter lower so the rest of his cock crushed against her. The first load was already starting to run. She was wet enough that the seal moved easy, and hot enough that every millimeter of him stayed glued to her walls.
"It's you," he said. "You're so intense I think we're going all night."
Victoria looked at him a moment, then laughed too.
