With a fluid motion, Nash lifted Daliah off him, her pussy releasing his monster with a wet schlick, strings of her cream and his precum connecting them briefly like glistening webs, then flipped her around to face Victoria's desk, bending her over it roughly.
Her boobs flattened against the cool glass, nipples scraping the surface, as he aligned his enormous dick, throbbing like a battering ram, and slammed back in.
The passive skill kicked in like divine sorcery: despite the gigantic stretch, his cock felt impossibly soft against her inner walls, multiplying pleasure exponentially, turning every inch into a wave of ecstasy that bordered on madness.
Daliah's eyes widened, a choked gasp escaping as he bottomed out, her pussy walls yielding to the invasion, stretched to their absolute limit yet flooded with bliss that made her toes curl.
