And then the rhythm broke into something wilder. The pleasure tore through Nash, raw and erasing his mind.
Her ass now slammed back against him with hunger. The plump cheeks rippled every time their bodies collided, her tightness swallowing him whole, stretching around his cock like her body had been crafted to take every inch.
He groaned, grabbing her ass hard, squeezing it like it owed him answers. The flesh gave under his grip, thick and perfect, like it defied biology itself. How was she built like this? How was that biologically allowed?
His fingers dug deep, leaving red handprints, pulling her harder into each thrust until the impact echoed off the walls.
Sarra gasped, but it wasn't pain anymore. It was rapture.
Something shifted inside her, a warmth exploding through her gut as Nash's seed, smeared inside from earlier, finally activated its hidden gift.
The aphrodisiac kicked in.
Her entire body burned with pleasure. Her knees buckled, her mouth fell open.
