Nash’s eyes flicked down at the page Jaz had chosen, then back up at her trembling face. A grin broke across his lips.
"A full nelson, huh? Anal too? You’re very inspired today."
Amara caught on immediately, her eyes widening before narrowing into a playful glare.
"Oh, you naughty bastard. You’re using her fetish as an excuse now?" She smirked, panting against his shoulder, her breath hot. "Fine. I’ll play along. But only because I was prepared for something like that."
Nash chuckled and eased her onto the bench for a moment, his hands sliding down to her hips.
"Then let’s get you ready."
Her tail swished nervously as she realized what he meant: the plug.
Her hand instinctively brushed back, fingers curling around the furry base.
"You really want to...?"
"Of course," Nash growled, his hand covering hers, peeling her fingers away. "You heard the lady, no more toys in the way."
He gripped the base of the plug and pulled slowly. Amara moaned immediately, her knees buckling as the thick stem began to slide free.
"Ahhh...ohhhhnn...." Her voice was high and desperate.
Inch by inch, the plug slid out until it popped free with a wet sound, shiny under the lights.
Her ass clenched tight, the small ring twitching, spasming from the sudden emptiness. She whimpered, her legs shaking.
"It feels... so empty without it. Mmmhhhnn... you have to do something about it, babe..."
Nash smirked, holding the dripping plug aside, then dropped it to the floor.
He lifted her from her back, holding her up so that her hips tilted and her most private places were displayed directly toward Jaz.
Her pussy was red and swollen, the lips wet and puffy from all the use, glistening as juices dripped down.
Just above, her small pink anus twitched and clenched, still fluttering from when he removed the plug. Both openings were glistening in the light.
"On it," he muttered, dragging his fingers slowly down the crack, pressing briefly at the twitching rim before sliding higher across the slick folds. "Looks like you’re ready."
Amara shivered and moaned.
"Y-you’re such a brute... showing me off like this to that bitch."
Nash rubbed the blunt head of his cock along her ass line, up and down, sliding over her slick folds and the tight pink hole.
Each time the thick crown bumped her rim she gasped louder.
"Hhhhaahhh! Ooohhh babe... don’t tease..."
Her pussy glistened, juices sliding down to wet his dick. His shaft was heavy and hard, the tip shiny as it pressed and rubbed along her.
He was strong enough to move her easily for a long time, his arms hooked under hers and his hands locked behind her head.
Her knees were bent tight against her chest, her body folded, stretched, and helpless.
He lifted her, her back arched over him, her breasts jutting forward
Jaz clutched the doujin, her eyes darting between the drawing and what was in front of her.
She couldn’t believe it was really happening, a pure full Nelson, just like in the book.
Nash pressed forward, the thick head of his cock nestling against Amara’s anus, shiny with slick.
He pushed harder, the rim stretching slowly as she whined.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnn! It’s so big... Nash..." she cried, trembling as her tight hole stretched around the tip.
He groaned deep, feeling the resistance give way as the crown began to sink past her ring.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "I’m going inside now."
Amara’s cry filled the room as the thick head slipped into her ass.
Nash’s powerful body tensed, pushing deeper into her ass, feeling the tight pink ring stretch to take him.
Each inch burned with pressure, and he couldn’t stop thinking to himself how incredible it felt, hot, tight, squeezing him so hard he almost wanted to slow down just to savor it.
Every push made her whole body shake in his arms, her mouth gaping open, her face twisting between pleasure and pain.
"Ahhh—hhhnnn—fuuckkkk!" Amara’s voice came out broken, wild.
Her body quivered, her muscles clamped around him like she didn’t want to let go. Her eyes squeezed shut, her head rolled back, her cries getting sharper as he buried himself fully.
The monster over 18 centimeters fully hurried in her ass, stretching her walls more than what the plug could do.
It was her first time, and she sounded like she was losing herself.
For Nash, it was pure madness. Her ass gripped him so tight he could feel every twitch, every spasm.
It was different than with Sarra, a little more fluid, less thick, but this level of thickness was like fire wrapping around him, and each thrust made his groan come out rough and deep.
So tight... too good, I can’t hold back...
He snapped his hips harder, watching her crumble, and he didn’t take his eyes off Jaz.
Jaz sat frozen at first, the doujin forgotten, her breathing fast and shallow. Then her hand slid down, rubbing herself once again without thinking. Her thighs spread, her fingers messy, and she let out soft moans she tried to bite back.
"Mmmhhhnn—ahhh—hahhh—"
The sounds grew louder each time Nash’s hips slapped into Amara, mixing with Amara’s feral cries into a symphony of madness.
"Hhhhaaaahhh! Nnngghhh! Aaaahhhhnnn!"
Her body convulsed, her voice echoing in the room. Through blurred eyes she saw Jaz kneeling, hand moving fast, her mouth open.
The sight drove Amara crazier, her moans climbing until they broke into screams.
Nash felt himself losing rhythm, his thrusts turning erratic, faster, wetter. The sound of skin clapping filled the room, sharp and splashy. They couldn’t careless if someone were to come now, no way they could stop this.
Amara writhed but she was locked down, every slam wringing another spasm from her ass.
Nash’s arms strained, his muscles flexed, this was perfect, making Amara scream, making Jaz watch.
And Jaz wasn’t about to watch peacefully.
She crawled closer on her knees, her hand frantic between her thighs. Her face trembled as sweat and slick heat splashed onto her skin.
A drop struck her cheek and slid down, and she gasped, moaning louder, no longer hiding.
"Ahhhhnnn...ohhh...mhhhhnnn!"
Now her face was only inches away, her wide eyes fixed on the sight of Nash’s cock plunging in and out of Amara’s ass.
She saw every push, every pull, slick shining each time he reappeared, and it broke her restraint. Her own moans mixed with Amara’s screams, wild and needy.
Nash groaned, sweat running down his temple. The tight grip milked him with every stroke. He angled Amara higher, making sure Jaz saw everything.