Chapter 223: Chapter 223

She stretched her arms above her head again. Her shirt lifted even more this time, exposing half her ribs, the dip of her waist, a glimpse of the curve under her breasts.

I looked away. She noticed and then… she smiled.

“Relax,” she murmured. “If I wanted to do anything, I’d say it. I’m not exactly subtle.”

“You don’t say.”

Penelope laughed, low and warm.

“I saw the way you were looking at me during Twister,” she said. “And earlier, outside with the cigarettes. You’re a hunger-and-denial type, aren’t you?”

“Penelope—”

“You want,” she cut in softly, “but you don’t let yourself have it unless someone drags it out of you.”

She traced a finger lazily along her thigh.

“And I do love dragging.”

My cock throbbed against the fabric. She glanced down again. This time, she bit her lower lip.

“Wow. You’re really trying to hide it, huh?” she whispered. “Sweet. But useless.”

I exhaled slowly, trying to keep cool, but the heat was there, burning, pulsing, growing.

Penelope sank deeper into the seat, spreading her legs slightly, her shirt still lifted enough to show her stomach. Her voice lowered to a whisper that crawled right under my skin.

“Tell me something,” she said. “If I sat on your lap right now… would you still pretend you weren’t hard?”

“Penelope.”

“Relax,” she giggled. “I’m not going to do it. I just like watching you try to stay calm.”

Her eyes slid over my body—slow, confident, knowing.

“Next time maybe don’t wear pants that make it so easy to see.”

I muttered something under my breath.

She grinned. Victorious.

But then her tone softened just a little.

“Still,” she said, “thanks for what you said about Mendy. Just don’t hurt her.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“And if you ever want to stare at my tits again… you don’t have to pretend you weren’t doing it.”

I groaned. “Jesus Christ.”

She laughed loud enough to shake the inside of the car.

I shook my head once, flicked the indicator, and rolled the G-Wagon into a narrow, snow-dusted alley. No lights, no cameras, just the faint orange glow from a distant streetlamp. I killed the engine and turned to Penelope.

She was already smiling, slow and filthy.

“Well,” she purred Penelope, kicking off her heels and swinging one smooth leg over the center console, “if you’re not gonna be Mendy’s boyfriend, it’s not really stealing, is it?”

Before I could answer she was in my lap, dress riding up to her hips, thighs straddling mine. Her lips crashed into me, hot, hungry, tongue sliding straight in. My hands dove under her tight t-shirt instantly, shoving it up over those massive fake tits.

Fuck, they were perfect. Heavy, round, zero sag, skin silky over the firm implants. Huge pink areolas, thick nipples already rock-hard and begging.

“God, I fucking love these big fake tits,” I growled against her mouth, squeezing them hard, thumbs flicking the nipples. “So round, so perfect. You paid good money for these slutty plastic udders, didn’t you?”

Penelope moaned, grinding down on the bulge in my jeans. “Mmm-hmm. All for boys like you to play with. You can’t get enough of my bolt-ons, can you?”

“Never,” I rasped, pinching both fat nipples and rolling them roughly. “These big fake fuck-bags were made to be mauled.”

She laughed breathlessly, reached down, and yanked my zipper open. My cock sprang out, slapping against her bare thigh.

“Look at this fat dick,” she cooed, wrapping her manicured fingers around it and giving a slow, teasing stroke. “Already leaking for me. You’ve been dying to stuff something warm all day, huh, baby?”

“Keep stroking and find out how fast I paint those perfect tits,” I warned.

Penelope smirked, pumped me faster, twisting her wrist just right. “That’s exactly what I want. Want you to cover my fake slut tits in cum. Show me how much you love them.”

I shoved her T-shirt up to her neck, exposing those perfect, heavy fake tits. Pink areolas, wide, soft circles the size of silver dollars, framed thick, gumdrop nipples already stiff and begging. I latched onto the left one like I was starving, sucking hard, tongue swirling over that huge pink circle, teeth scraping the sensitive peak.

“Fuuuck,” Penelope hissed, fingers threading through my hair, pulling me tighter. “Suck my fake tits, baby. You love these big pink nipples, don’t you?”

I growled around her flesh, switched to the other tit, flicking the wet nipple with quick lashes of my tongue before drawing it deep into my mouth again. The implants made them sit high and proud, barely jiggling even when she rolled her hips. Perfect plastic perfection.

She reached down between us, shoved her skirt higher, and yanked her thong to the side. No time for niceties. I lifted my hips just enough for her to line me up, then she sank down in one slow, greedy slide.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, head falling back against the roof. “Mendy has no fucking clue what she’s missing. This cock is fucking made for me.”

I grabbed her ass with both hands and slammed her down harder, burying myself to the hilt. The car rocked gently on its suspension, windows already fogging.

“Ride me,” I ordered, voice rough. “Show me how much better you are than her.”

Penelope grinned, wicked and breathless, and started moving, slow, grinding circles at first, then hard, fast bounces that made her tits slap against her ribs. Every drop took me deep, her pussy hot and slick, clenching like it was trying to keep me inside forever.

“Look at these fat fake tits bouncing for you,” she panted, grabbing them herself, squeezing hard. “All for this dick. Mendy could never handle you like this.”

I leaned forward, caught a nipple between my teeth again, tugging until she cried out. My hands dug into her ass, guiding her rhythm, faster, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the car.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “Milk me with that perfect cunt. Take every inch.”

She rode me like she was trying to prove a point, hips rolling, grinding her clit against my base on every downstroke. I could feel her getting close, pussy fluttering, breath hitching.

I slid one hand up, thumb finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles. “Come on my cock, Penelope. Show me who this dick really belongs to.”

That did it.

She slammed down one last time and shattered, back arching, tits thrust forward, a broken cry ripping out of her as her pussy clamped down hard. I could feel every pulse, every squeeze, her juices soaking my lap.

I wasn’t far behind.

“Gonna fill you up,” I growled, thrusting up into her spasming cunt. “Gonna pump this greedy pussy full.”

“Do it,” she gasped, still trembling. “Breed me. Mark me so Mendy never forgets whose dick I stole.”

Three more brutal thrusts and I lost it, cock throbbing, hips jerking as I unloaded deep inside her. Rope after rope, thick and hot, flooding her until I could feel it leaking out around my base. She kept grinding slow, milking every drop, moaning softly into my neck.

We stayed like that for a long minute, her on my lap, my cock still buried inside, both of us breathing hard, windows completely steamed.

Then Penelope went still… wait. Where was the UI? I just had sex, right? Where was the EXP I earned?

She leaned back slightly, expression suddenly calm, almost gentle.

“Evan,” she said softly, pushing my shoulder. “Evan… wake up.”

I blinked.

The alley was gone. The car was gone.

I woke up on the couch, blinking slowly. My neck hurt, and for a second I didn’t know where I was.

Then I saw them.

Mendy. Kayla. Penelope.

All standing there. All looking straight at me.

And I had a massive boner.

I immediately sat upright, grabbed the nearest pillow, and covered myself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I said, rubbing my face with one hand. “It was a dream. Seriously. I’m sorry you had to… see that.”

I checked the time on my phone. Midnight. Perfect.

Mendy looked awkward, holding her hands together. “Y-yeah, it happens to all guys. Right?”

Penelope squinted. “Did you cum?”

“NO,” I said. “No, Jesus. It was just—I woke up like this. I’m not… I didn’t do anything. Just—sorry.”

Kayla pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Well… it’s not exactly my first time seeing it.”

Penelope and Mendy both snapped their heads toward her.

Kayla’s eyes widened. “J-joking. Just joking.” She forced a laugh and looked down at her knees.

Mendy gave a nervous smile but it was clear she didn’t fully buy that it was a joke. She looked between us, confused.

“I think I should just go,” I said, standing up carefully, keeping the pillow in front of me. “Thanks for everything, Mendy. Really.”

Penelope rolled her eyes. “At least wait until your dick goes soft. Calm down.”

“Penelope,” Mendy said, embarrassed. “Don’t say those things. You’re making him feel worse.”

I honestly just wanted the night to end so I could crawl into a hole and die quietly.

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