The Heart System

Chapter 931: Chapter 931

Tessa, still watching from the passenger seat with a small, knowing smile, leaned across the console. She reached around Penelope, pinched both of her nipples hard between her fingers, and twisted. At the same time she slid one hand down and grabbed a proper handful of Penelope’s pubic hair, yanking firmly upward.

"Fuck yes," Penelope’s voice cracked into a moan. "Someone understands me. Go harder. Go fucking harder, Tessa."

Tessa did exactly that. She kept a brutal rhythm of her own, pinching and twisting Penelope’s nipples until they were stiff, then yanking hard at her pubic hair in time with every downward slam of Penelope’s hips. The combination of the rough treatment and the deep, aggressive fucking made Penelope’s bouncing even more frantic.

I thrust up to meet her as best I could, hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks. The car was rocking hard enough now that the suspension creaked with every impact. Penelope’s pussy was dripping steadily; every time she dropped down more of her wetness ran down my shaft and soaked my balls and the seat beneath us.

"That’s it," I muttered against her back, still trying to keep up with her pace. "Take it. Use my cock however you want."

"Harder," she demanded, voice raw. She reached back, grabbed one of my hands, and forced it up to her throat. "Choke me. And you..." she looked at Tessa, "don’t you dare stop. Pull harder. Bite them if you have to."

Tessa leaned in further, sank her teeth into the side of Penelope’s neck just hard enough to leave a mark, and gave another sharp yank to her pubic hair while twisting both nipples at once. Penelope’s moan turned into a broken cry. Her bouncing lost some of its rhythm as the overload of sensation hit her, but she never stopped moving. She kept slamming herself down on my cock, using me with the same aggressive force even while Tessa abused her nipples and hair without mercy.

I could feel her starting to tighten. The walls of her pussy fluttered and clenched in short, involuntary pulses around my shaft. She was close. I kept thrusting up into her, one hand still lightly around her throat while the other stayed locked on her hip, helping her maintain the brutal pace.

Tessa didn’t let up for a second. She kept pinching, twisting, yanking, and occasionally leaning in to bite the soft skin of Penelope’s shoulder or the side of her breast. Every rough touch made Penelope’s cunt squeeze me tighter.

"Fuck, don’t stop, either of you," Penelope gasped, bouncing harder, the wet slap of her ass against my hips almost continuous. "I’m gonna... fuck..."

A few more aggressive drops and her whole body locked up.

She came hard. And the way she gushed... fucking hell. The scream that came from her throat, though... people outside definitely heard that. There was no way they didn’t.

Penelope stayed seated on my cock, breathing hard, head tipped back against my shoulder, still twitching around me while Tessa finally eased up on her nipples and hair with a satisfied little smirk. Damn, I was actually close. These two were going to kill me.

I locked both arms around Penelope’s waist, hands linked tightly over her soft stomach, and started thrusting up into her with everything I had. No more matching her rhythm, I took over completely. Short, brutal, raging strokes that drove my cock as deep as the angle would allow. The car rocked hard on its suspension with every impact. The wet, filthy slap of her ass against my hips filled the sealed space.

"Take it," I groaned against her back, voice rough and low. "Fucking take it, you greedy whore. This cunt is mine..."

"Oh, fuck," Tessa moaned. "Yeah, fuck her like that."

Penelope screamed loudly. Her huge fake tits bounced hard with every upward slam of my hips, the heavy silicone weight making them slap against her chest. Tessa, still in the passenger seat, had two fingers buried in her own pussy and was watching with half-lidded eyes, stroking herself in time with the wet sounds of me fucking Penelope.

I reached around, found one of Penelope’s stiff nipples, and yanked it hard, harder than I had before. The sudden sharp pain made her cry out and clench around my cock. A fresh rush of wetness spilled down my shaft.

"That’s it," I muttered, still pounding up into her. "You like it when it hurts. Your pussy just got even wetter."

I didn’t give her time to recover. I shoved her forward so her cheek pressed against the cool leather of the steering wheel, one of her hands bracing on the dash. Then I planted my other hand on the back of her head and pushed, keeping her face pinned there.

"Stay the fuck there, you whore."

She moaned against the wheel, the sound muffled and broken. I kept fucking her from behind in that bent-over position, one arm still locked around her waist while the other held her head in place. The new angle let me drive even deeper. Every thrust made her huge tits swing and bounce under her.

I looked down between us. Her ass was spread from the way she was bent, the tight pink hole of her asshole twitching with every hard stroke into her cunt. I pressed the pad of one finger against it without warning and rubbed in firm circles. Penelope’s moan jumped in pitch.

"Oh, fuck..."

I kept the brutal pace with my hips and slowly pushed the finger inside. The tight ring of muscle resisted for a second, then gave way. I worked the finger in and out in time with my thrusts, feeling how the added pressure made her pussy even tighter around my cock.

"Look at you," I said, voice rough with effort. "Bent over the steering wheel with a cock in your cunt and a finger in your ass. Fucking pathetic. And you’re dripping down my balls like a broken toy."

Tessa’s fingers moved faster between her own legs. "She loves it," she muttered, almost to herself. "Listen to her. She’s never this loud unless it’s rough. Fuck her harder, harder, harderrr..."