Nash's brain had just short-circuited his sexual fury. His two massive hands locked onto Victoria's lubricated hips, freezing his monumental cock right at the entrance of her slit dripping with soap and warm water.
Victoria let out a moan of pure frustration. Her breasts swayed with her ragged breathing. She tried to thrust her hips forward, pressing her mound against the base of his cock to restart the lubricated friction that was awakening something new inside her, but the 6'3" giant had turned into a block of marble.
A flash of genius had swept away the haze of his lust. Nash let out a low chuckle.
"Harlan Reiss…" he breathed, his voice vibrating lower than the arena's pipes. "That fat pig has officially just signed his death warrant. It's over, Victoria. We've won."
