Still hovering over the bitch in the darkness- with her deliciously full body beneath him, and shrouded in the pink cotton gown, Nexus' head dropped low. His thin lips parted, immediately, his dry tongue clacked against the ceiling of his mouth-
"FUCKKK. . ."
A terrible groan cruised out of his throat- vibrating into the darkness. He snapped with a quiet hiss;
"STOP CLEN–" a rippling wave forced his cock to bulge; "Stop clenching. . ."
He repeated again.
It was now a battle of wills. Nexus had the organ of thrust, and it filled the allotted space. But Crystal's hole had the power to clench. And clench she did. The inner walls of her rectum massaged Nexus' cock- making every thrust feel like like a gripping squeeze.
As he slipped in and out of her small hole- he stroked her tissues in deep sensual strokes.
A dark cloud gathered above his brows.
