The Heart System

This time, Kim clamped her arm down even tighter, locking her bicep against her ribs with serious effort. The sudden change in grip made the friction incredibly tight, almost too tight. The wet friction of my skin against her freshly washed underarm made a soft, obscene sliding sound that echoed in the quiet living room. Every time I managed a deep, awkward thrust, the blunt head of my cock kept rhythmically crushing against the top of her bare breast, flattening the soft, plush flesh.

“God, you’re so thick…” she gasped, her eyes tracking the frantic movement of my hips. “It’s actually kind of hot feeling you pulse right there against my chest. But wait, you’re sliding out again, !”

“No, I’ve got it,” I grunted, completely consumed by the strange, intense heat of her skin.

I gave a couple of frantic, heavy shoves, completely losing my rhythm as the friction built to a sudden, overpowering peak. The sensory overload of her soft skin, her floral scent, and the tight grip of her arm was just too much for a first try.

The heat boiled over instantly, pinning me straight to the point of no return before I could even establish a real pace.

“Kim, I’m gonna cum! I’m… fuck, I’m down!”

“Already?”

I gave two more fast, heavy shoves, my cock burying itself deep against her breast, and exploded. A thick, hot torrent of cum erupted, painting the side of her bare tit and splashing up into the smooth hollow of her armpit. I let out a long, ragged groan, my hips twitching as I spent every last drop onto her skin.

“What in the actual fuck?”

A sleepy, hoarse voice shattered the quiet of the room. I snapped my head around to see Tessa standing at the entrance of the living room. She looked completely disheveled; her hair was a wild, tangled mess, her skin was still slightly sweaty from earlier, and there were literally dried cum stains visible on her thighs and stomach. She was blinking heavily, staring at us in absolute disbelief.

“You… you just fucked her armpit?” Tessa gasped, her hands flying to her cheeks in mock horror. “I am living here with a certified pervert! Neighbors, help! Save me from this lunatic!”

I chuckled, completely shameless as I stepped back and grabbed a stray tissue from the table to wipe myself down. “Oh, shut up. Have you fed Mik?”

“Um… I fed him,” a soft voice piped up from behind Tessa.

Minne walked into the living room, having just finished a bath in her own room’s bathroom. She was wearing a pair of oversized, adorable pajamas, her hair damp and smelling like fresh shampoo. “You were sleeping so soundly, Miss Tessa, so I went ahead and fed him.”

The mock outrage vanished from Tessa’s face, replaced by a warm, sleepy smile. She reached over and wrapped an arm around Minne, pressing a fond, lingering kiss onto the crown of her head. “Good girl. Thank you, sweetie.” Tessa then straightened up, glaring playfully back at me and Kim. “Now, I’m going to take the longest, hottest shower in fucking human history to wash the sin out of this house.”

We all chuckled as Tessa turned on her heel and marched down the hallway.

Minne stayed behind, standing near the edge of the couch. She began nervously fidgeting with the hem of her pajama shirt, her cheeks turning a bright, lovely shade of pink as she glanced up at me through her eyelashes.

“M-Master…” she whispered, her voice trembling with adorable shyness. “If you… want… you can also use my… um… armpit next time…”

I sat back down on the couch, letting out a loud, definitive laugh. “That was a one-time thing, Minne. Nope. Nope, nope, nope.”

Kim stood up from the cushions, looking down at the messy white streaks coating her side and her breast. “God, I need to take another shower now,” she muttered, shaking her head but smiling. She looked toward the hallway and yelled, “Hey, Tessa! Wait for me! Don’t use all the hot water! Wait!”

She hurried off down the hall, leaving the living room suddenly quiet again.

I leaned my head back against the couch, a tired, completely satisfied smile spreading across my face as I listened to the distant sound of the girls laughing down the corridor.

“Man…” I muttered to the empty room, letting out a deep breath. “What a time to be alive.”

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 8700/ 31500

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Current Credits: 6550

Current SC: 75

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Dakota turned out to be a pretty interesting guy. According to Cora, he started work at nine in the morning and left early, usually around three in the afternoon. I still felt a little bad for making her dig around like this for me, but she seemed to handle it better than I expected. If anything, she looked like she actually enjoyed the little espionage mission.

I knocked on the door with my foot and waited while balancing the boxes in my arms. A few seconds later, the door opened and Esme stood there, just barely visible past everything I was carrying.

“Evan!” she said brightly. “Aw. No pizza?”

“Move aside, Ninja Turtle,” I muttered. “Don’t you see all the stuff I brought you?”

Her eyes widened, and she opened the door wider so I could squeeze in. I stepped inside, wiped the sweat from my brow, and carried the boxes into the apartment. I had kept my end of the deal and bought her one of the best computers money could buy. Hell, it was the kind of setup I would have only seen in pictures when I was younger, back in my college days when even a decent monitor felt expensive.

I set the boxes down on the floor and let out a long breath. Esme stood there studying them carefully, her expression softening as she looked through the labels and logos. Then she looked up at me with those big, needy eyes of hers and, without another word, wrapped her arms around me.

She was still as hopeless as ever. She was wearing a tight tank top without a bra underneath and a pair of tiny hotpants that barely left anything to the imagination. When she stood on her toes to hug me, she was practically pressed against my chest.

“Woah there,” I said, hugging her back. “I thought you’d complain when you saw I didn’t bring pizza.”

She shrugged against my shoulder. “This’ll have to do.”