The Heart System

I let out a low roar, matching her aggression completely. I bit down hard directly onto her huge areola, anchoring her chest with my teeth, while my hand fiercely yanked and twisted her other nipple, pulling it to its absolute limit.

Penelope kept frantically yanking on her own pubic hair, completely unhinged as she chased the edge. A few strands literally snapped from the sheer momentum and force of her grip, but she didn’t even flinch, immediately grabbing a fresh, thick handful and pulling it even harder into her pelvis.

“Yes, yes, yes! I… Evan… ugh… harder… fucking harder…!” she wailed, her eyes rolling back into her head as her internal muscles began to squeeze me with a terrifying, vice-like pressure. “Harder, harder, hard… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… FUUUUUCK!”

She came loud and… well, incredibly hard. Her entire body convulsed violently in my arms, her womb spasming in powerful, rhythmic contractions that milked my cock relentlessly. She screamed into the small room, a raw, breathless cry of pure ecstasy as her juices flooded out around my shaft, soaking us both.

I didn’t stop. I kept my hips locked deep inside her twitching heat, leaning down to keep licking and nipping at her huge, flushed nipples, soothing the marks I had just left. I moved my mouth upward, tracing a trail of wet kisses up the elegant line of her neck before sucking hard on her skin, leaving another dark, purple hickey right beneath her jawline.

“You…” I panted heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead and soaking into her skin, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. “Are… something else, Penelope…”

Penelope let out a soft, exhausted chuckle. She tilted her head up, her tongue darting out to lazily lick the sweat off my neck, tracing the collar of my shirt before she buried her lips against my skin, sucking gently on the marks she had left on me.

“I could say the exact same thing to you,” she whispered hoarsely, a tired, triumphant smile playing on her lips.

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Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Penelope

EXP Gained: +2700

Star Rating: 4.9

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Bliss Multiplier: 4050c

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Shit… 2700 EXP? That was… fucking massive. No pun intended.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 12350/ 31500

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Current Credits: 12025c

Current SC: 75

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“Hey,” she said, her eyes dropping down to trace the length of my cock as I pulled out of her with a wet, heavy plop. The sudden release let a thick mix of our fluids and my semen ooze instantly from her opening, dripping down her thighs. “Why do you cut your pubic hair like a good boy?”

I shrugged, leaning back slightly against the bathroom sink to catch my balance. “I like it that way. It’s clean.”

“Only boys do that.”

“Naah. I don’t think so.”

Without another word, she got up, turned around and bent over the bathroom counter, pressing her hands firmly against the edge of the sink. She arched her back deeply, shifting her weight, and used her hands to spread her own plush asscheeks wide apart, presenting her dripping, overworked center to me through the mirror.

“Now clean this cum out of my pussy,” she commanded, her voice dropping into a demanding rasp. “Why the fuck did you even cum inside me anyway? Want to see me pregnant? I wouldn’t be a good mom, you know?”

“You forced me!” I protested, my face flushing as I stepped up behind her. “You literally locked your legs behind my back so I couldn’t move.”

“Shut up, pubic-cutter. Clean it.”

“Pubic-cutter?” I muttered, shaking my head at the ridiculous nickname.

I let out a heavy exhale, realizing there was no arguing with her when she was in this mood. Stepping closer until my stomach brushed against her backside, I brought my hand down to her wet entrance. I coated my index and middle fingers in the slick fluids already pooling outside her lips, and then I slowly slid them straight inside her tight, twitching channel.

The heat inside her was incredible, her internal walls still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I curved my fingers, sweeping them along the smooth, ribbed ceiling of her vagina, actively gathering the thick, white pools of my semen that had settled deep inside. As I hooked my fingers and dragged them backward, a heavy, messy glob of cum was pulled along with them, spilling out over her opening and dripping down toward the tiles.

“Push,” I murmured, keeping my fingers inserted to help clear the path.

Penelope let out a low, strained groan, her fingers tightening their grip on the edges of the sink as she bore down, using her internal muscles to forcefully contract. The pressure worked perfectly; a fresh, hot rush of trapped cum came flooding out, pushing against my fingers and cascading over her skin in thick, white streaks. I used the pads of my fingers to sweep the remaining fluid out, cleaning her walls thoroughly until the deep pooling stopped.

Once the worst of the mess was cleared, I stepped away to the sink, turning on the faucet to thoroughly wash the sticky fluids from my hands and arms.

Penelope straightened up, grabbing a few paper towels to wipe down her thighs and the floor before we both reached for our discarded clothes.

But… she then stopped. Her hand hovered over her jeans, her fingers twitching slightly as her gaze drifted back down to her soaking wet, flushed thighs. She let out a long, ragged exhale, her shoulders dropping as she turned back toward me, her eyes clouded with an undeniable, persistent heat.

“Hey,” she murmured, her voice lower now, stripped of its usual sharp armor and dripping with a raw, needy desperation. “I’m not done. I want to cum again.”

I stared at her, completely dumbfounded, my hands pausing on my own waistband. “Jesus, Penelope… you really are a pervert. I just filled you to the brim and cleaned you out. You’re unhinged.”

“Shut up,” she rasped, taking a step closer until her bare knees brushed against mine. She grabbed my wrist, her palm hot against my skin, and guided my hand down toward my crotch. My cock, stimulated by her sudden closeness and the thick scent of sex still heavy in the air, pulsed, instantly thickening back into a heavy, half-hard length. “Look at you, you’re not exactly complaining. Do something for me.”

“Like what?” I asked, my throat tightening as the sheer temptation of her completely bare, trembling body worked its magic on me again.

“Rub it…” she whispered, her eyes locked onto my groin. She reached down herself, her fingers gently wrapping around the base of my shaft to guide it. “Rub your dick right on my pubic hair. Right on the top.”

I let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, leaning my back against the sink for support. “I swear to god, Penelope, you are the bottomless one here. Fine. Come here.”