The Heart System

I pulled back until the head of my cock was practically teasing her sensitive outer lips, and then I buried myself back inside her with a brutal, heavy slam. The impact made the toilet seat rattle, and Penelope let out another ragged, breathless gasp.

I established a merciless, punishing pace, my hips slamming against her upturned backside over and over again, the wet, squelching sounds of our bodies joining filling the cramped room like applause.

Even as I railed her cunt, my main focus remained entirely on her massive tits. They were completely crushed against her chest from the way her knees were pulled up, bulging outward temptingly. I reached down, my hands enveloping the heavy mounds, feeling the firm, dense heat of her implants beneath the smooth skin. I grabbed her thick, oversized nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, yanking them with a firm, dominant twist.

Penelope arched her back, a sharp cry of mixed pain and filthy pleasure escaping her lips.

“Yeah? You like when I handle them like this?” I asked, leaning down to bury my face in her neck.

I didn’t hold back. I bit into the soft skin right where her shoulder met her collarbone, sucking hard until I knew a dark, purple hickey would form, marking her completely. I moved up to her jaw, leaving a trail of hot, wet bites while my hands continued to ruthlessly work her chest, kneading and squeezing her massive tits like dough while my hips never missed a beat.

But Penelope wasn’t the type to just take it. Her dominant nature roared back, refusing to let me completely overpower her. Her eyes flared with a wild, unhinged hunger that looked completely animalistic under the harsh bathroom light.

With a fierce, feral growl, she let go of her knees and slammed her wet hands behind my neck, her fingers locking tightly into my hair. She yanked my head down with surprising, violent strength, forcing my mouth onto hers in a deep, sloppy, competitive kiss.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss, it was a brutal clash of teeth and tongues. She bit my bottom lip hard enough to sting, drawing a sharp hiss of pain from me as I tasted the metallic, copper hint of my own blood mixed with our saliva. She didn’t care, using her tongue to lazily lick the crimson drop from my lip before dragging her mouth up my face, panting heavily as she licked and nipped at my jawline and cheek like a creature possessed.

“You think you can just break me, Evan?” she panted, her voice a deep, gravelly rasp against my skin, her breath hot and uneven. “Fuck you.”

Before I could even answer, she buried her face back into my neck, attacking my skin with a wild, frantic desperation. She sucked so fiercely on the junction of my neck and shoulder that I could feel the sharp, localized heat of my blood rushing to the surface. She bit down hard, her sharp teeth leaving deep, perfect indentations that would undoubtedly bruise into thick, dark marks by tomorrow morning.

Maddened by the friction, she forcefully shoved her hands beneath the hem of my t-shirt, her palms hot against my bare lower back before her fingers curled. She raked her nails straight up my spine, clawing at my flesh with enough pressure to make me grunt, leaving burning white tracks that instantly flared into deep red welts.

She pulled her face back for a fraction of a second, her eyes wide, glassy, and completely unhinged, before crashing her mouth back onto mine. It was a brutal, wet assault; she licked across my lips, dragging her tongue from one corner of my mouth all the way up to my cheekbone, coating my skin in a slick trail of saliva.

She nipped at my chin, pulled back slightly, and then spat directly onto my cheek… a wet, dominant insult that sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to my crotch. Without missing a beat, she leaned back in and aggressively licked her own spit off my skin, her warm tongue flat and heavy as she cleaned me up with a wicked, possessive smirk.

“You’re mine tonight,” she moaned against my mouth, her lips smearing against mine as she aggressively staked her claim, her entire body shaking while my hips kept relentlessly pounding into her wet heat. “You got that?”

“Penelope…”

“Faster, you fucking idiot,” she hissed violently right into my ear, her nails digging deep into the skin of my shoulders, dragging downward to leave long, burning red tracks down my back. “Don’t pace yourself. Go harder. Give me everything you’ve got. I want to feel you try to tear me apart. And twist them… twist my fucking nipples harder, Evan! Make me scream!”

I groaned, completely maddened by her aggression. I grabbed both of her heavy nipples, wrapping my fingers around the thick, erect buds, and gave them a hard, twisting yank. At the exact same moment, another golden flash flickered in the corner of my vision. My passive skill had scanned her body through the sheer intensity of the friction, and a small, glowing red target appeared right on her pelvis.

Weak Spot detected: Pubic hair above the mons pubis.

A wicked, dirty thought crossed my mind. While my left hand stayed locked on her massive breast, squeezing the heavy flesh, I slid my right hand down between our chests, pressing through the slick, wet heat where our bodies slammed together. My fingers brushed past the soaking wet lips of her cunt and found the soft, dense patch of dark hair sitting right on top of her pubic bone.

I gathered a thick clump of her pubic hair between my fingers and gave it a sharp downward yank.

The reaction was instantaneous and terrifyingly hot. Penelope’s entire body violently bucked against mine, a shattered, piercing scream tearing from her throat. It was like an electric current had shot straight from her pelvis to her brain. Her internal walls immediately went wild, producing a fresh, hot gush of slick fluid that literally squirted out, soaking my thighs and making our thrusts sound incredibly wet and filthy.

I let out a breathless, triumphant laugh, my hips driving even deeper into her newly flooded center. “Oh, wow. Look at that. You like when I pull on this? Look at how much you’re leaking just from a little hair pull.”

“Shut the fuck up!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she violently arched her back, her fingers tearing at my hair. “Pull them more! Pull it harder, you piece of shit! Fuck me, just fuck me!”