Nash's cock rubbed slowly against Zayela's pussy, the head sliding up and down her outer lips, feeling them puffy and warm, slick with her wetness like a hot, slippery coat.
The inner folds parted a little with each pass, silky and wet against his skin, her clit bumping the tip hard, throbbing like a small pulse.
The sensation was raw for him, her heat wrapping around his cock without entering, teasing him back as much as her.
Zayela's body tensed, her thighs shaking around him, the inner skin smooth and hot on his sides.
She was at her limit, gasping, no words left, just short breaths.
"Ah... ahh..." her hips jerking up to meet him, grinding desperate.
Anytime now, if Nash wanted to fulfill the condition, it was now.
The pressure built fastly, her pussy clenching empty, wetness spilling more, coating him thick.
Nash kept the rhythm steady, his excitement boiling but trying hard to control it, watching her lust pass 98%.
