The Heart System Chapter 934

I kept the pace, sliding my cock through the soft, warm pressure of their combined tits, the head popping free at the top on every stroke before vanishing again. The contrast of textures and the visual of both of them working together to keep me trapped between their breasts was almost too good.

After another minute of steady thrusting Tessa looked up at me with a sudden, knowing little smile.

"Hey... fuck our armpits. I know you secretly like it, you idiot."

Penelope’s head snapped toward her. "Armpit?" she scoffed. "Weirdo."

"I don’t actually like armpits that much," I said, still standing hunched in the back of the car. "It’s... whatever. Meh."

Tessa and Penelope ignored the protest completely. They both lifted one arm, then linked their fingers together above their heads so their raised arms formed a soft, warm channel. The smooth skin of their armpits pressed against each other, creating a narrow, slightly damp space right in front of my cock.

I chuckled under my breath at how perfectly in sync they were, then stepped forward and guided my cock into the combined crease. The soft, warm flesh of both armpits closed around the shaft at once, Tessa’s on one side, Penelope’s on the other. The fit was tighter than their tits had been, the natural give of the skin molding around me as I started to move.

I thrust slowly at first, sliding the length of my cock back and forth through the linked armpits. Every forward stroke made the head peek out from the far side; every pull-back dragged the sensitive underside through the warm, slightly sweaty pressure. Both girls watched with matching half-lidded smirks, still holding their hands linked above their heads so the channel stayed tight.

"Look at him," Tessa murmured. "Says he doesn’t like it but he’s already leaking all over us."

"Typical," Penelope added in the exact same tone. "Pretends it’s not his thing and then fucks our armpits like he paid for them."

I almost laughed. Even the way they teased me was identical, same cadence, same mean little smile, same complete lack of shame. Best friends who shared one brain and zero filter.

I kept thrusting, the soft, warm friction building faster than I expected. The visual alone was filthy: two women sitting side by side, arms raised and linked, my cock disappearing and reappearing through the smooth crease of their pressed-together armpits while they watched me with matching amused expressions. Precum smeared across both of them with every stroke, making the channel slicker.

"You’re getting that look again," Tessa said. "The one that means you’re about to make a mess."

"Don’t you dare stop," Penelope added. "If you’re going to use our armpits you finish on them."

I was already close. The tight, warm pressure and the way they kept talking in the same filthy rhythm pushed me right to the edge. I pulled my cock free at the last second, wrapped a hand around the shaft, and stroked hard while aiming at both of them. Thick, heavy ropes of cum painted their raised armpits in messy white streaks, splashing across the soft skin, running down the sides of their breasts, some of it dripping onto their stomachs. I kept stroking through every pulse until the last weaker spurts landed across the already-shiny mess I had made of them.

For a few seconds the only sound in the car was our breathing.

Penelope lowered her arm and looked down at the thick streaks of cum still dripping from her armpit onto her tit. Tessa did the same, then glanced at me with a tired little smirk.

"Okay," Penelope said finally, voice still rough. "We can’t go anywhere like this. Let’s go to my place. It’s close."

"Yeah," I said, already reaching for my pants. "Sure."

Tessa snorted while she wiped at the mess on her own skin with a random tissue. "We were supposed to go to Stingy Ladies, remember? But no. Because of Evan we can’t walk in looking like we just got painted."

Penelope nodded, still cleaning herself. "Exactly. All his fault. We had plans. Civilized plans. And now we’re covered in cum in the back of a car."

I exhaled, pulling my shirt back on. "Yeah. Sure. Because of me. Definitely."

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Evan Marlowe [Level 24]

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EXP: 20350/42500

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Current Credits: 29410c

Current SC: 100

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Penelope was on her back on the floor, legs hooked over my shoulders while I crouched over her and drove into her hard. The wet, filthy slap of my hips against her filled the room. The floor beneath us was already a mess, slick with earlier rounds of cum and the steady drip of her own juices. Every deep thrust forced another broken moan out of her.

I kept the brutal pace, hands locked under her thighs to keep her folded open. Both of us were loud, her high, raw cries and my lower groans mixing together. The heat and tightness of her cunt after everything we had already done felt almost too good. I could feel the pressure building fast at the base of my spine.

I tipped my head back, staring at the ceiling for a second, then squeezed my eyes shut as the orgasm hit me hard. A long, rough moan tore out of my throat while I buried myself to the hilt and came. Thick, heavy pulses flooded her pussy in strong waves. I kept grinding deep through every spurt, feeling her walls flutter and squeeze around me, until the last weaker throbs finally faded.

I stayed inside her for a few more seconds, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. A thick rush of cum followed my cock, spilling out of her and adding to the mess already on the floor. My arms gave out. I dropped onto my back beside her, completely spent, chest rising and falling.

Penelope stayed where she was, legs still loosely open, back flat on the wet floor, staring at the ceiling while my cum slowly leaked out of her.

My cock gave one last weak twitch against my stomach.

Man I was beat.