The Heart System - Chapter 649

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ON A ROLL QUEST: 200 SC

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Ask for a lapdance with her

Nuppia clothes still on.

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Yeah… fuck. Another completely unhinged system quest. But there was no way I was turning down free points. I still wanted to see how much I could cash out once I accumulated a massive hoard, aiming to hit at least 800 or 1,000 points before triggering a reward conversion.

“Well, now that I just bought those expensive clothes for you, I’ve officially earned a favor, right?”

“Of course. Classic male behavior, immediately tracking debts.”

“I’m just saying,” I raised one hand defensively, a smirk playing on my lips. “I wouldn’t exactly say no to getting a lapdance from you while you’re wearing that custom outfit.”

“A lapdance?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded.

“Why?”

“Right, why?” I scoffed playfully. “Why on earth would I want to see a gorgeous woman giving me a lapdance in clothes I literally just paid for? My bad, totally unreasonable request.”

She let out a sharp, angry chuckle, though the challenge in her eyes told me she was already on board. She pointed a sharp fingernail directly at the single couch. “Sit down then, prick.”

“You’re not going to smother me to death with those fake tits, right?” I asked, moving toward the cushions.

“I’m not making any promises.”

I plopped down onto the couch, spreading my legs wide to give her plenty of room. “That’s more than enough of a promise for me.”

Penelope didn’t hesitate. She stepped over to where I was sitting, the shredded Nuppia pants clinging tightly to her thighs while completely failing to hide the bare, pale cheeks of her ass. The kitchen lighting from behind her cast a perfect glow over her frame, highlighting the sheer, explicit ridiculousness of her custom outfit. Her breasts were practically spilling completely out of the sliced t-shirt, the dark areolas and hard, prominent nipples bouncing with every deliberate step she took toward the couch.

“Don’t get used to this, Marlowe,” she muttered, a wicked, challenging smirk on her face as she turned her back to me.

She took a step closer, planting her feet wide right between my spread thighs. Then, she bent forward from the waist, dropping her hands down to grip her own knees for balance. Her back arched at an extreme, unnatural angle, thrusting her bare ass cheeks directly into my face. From this close, the view was completely unobstructed; the carved-out fabric of the pants left her entire rear open, and the wetness from our earlier round was still glistening faintly against the smooth skin of her inner thighs.

With a sudden, sharp jerk of her hips, she started to twerk.

She moved with an unbelievable amount of control, her ass cheeks bouncing and shaking in a frantic, heavy rhythm right in front of my eyes. The sheer volume of her rear made every single shake look incredibly heavy, the flesh vibrating violently with every roll of her pelvis. Because she was completely bare underneath, the motion was raw and hypnotic. The heavy slaps of her skin vibrating against itself filled the quiet space between us, perfectly mimicking the explicit scenes still playing on the television screen behind her.

“Damn, Pen,” I said, my hands automatically rising to hover right over her hips. “You’ve definitely done this before.”

“Shut the fuck up and just watch, you horny idiot,” she panted, her voice dropping into a raspy, breathless tone as she accelerated the pace. She twisted her upper body slightly, looking back over her shoulder to lock her glaring eyes onto mine. “I told you I’m the one who makes the decisions here. You just sit there and take what I give you.”

Instead of listening, I leaned forward, closing the small distance between us, and brought my right hand down with maximum force against her left ass cheek.

CRACK.

The loud, stinging slap echoed through the room, leaving a bright red handprint across her pale skin. Penelope let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her hips stuttering for a fraction of a second before she dug her hands deeper into her knees and began shaking her ass even faster, grinding her cheeks closer to my face.

“You like that, huh?” I teased, my voice thick with lust as I brought my other hand down, firmly gripping her waist to anchor her. I leaned in, buried my face right against the small of her back, and took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her fresh sweat and the deep, heavy musk of her arousal. “You talk so much shit, but your body does exactly what I want it to do.”

“You’re… fucking delusional,” she choked out, though her back arched even deeper, practically forcing the heat of her bare ass against my chest. “Keep your hands… where I can feel them, bitch.”

I obliged, sliding my left hand down from her waist, letting my palm cup the full, shaking weight of her right cheek. I squeezed the flesh roughly, kneading it in time with her rapid movements, feeling the intense heat radiating from her skin. At the same time, I slid my right hand lower, dropping beneath her hips until my fingers brushed against the thick, coarse patch of her pubic hair that I had exposed earlier in the kitchen.

I hooked two fingers into the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. She was completely drenched, her natural juices mixing with the slick residue of my previous release, making her interior incredibly hot and hyper-sensitive. I began to rub my thumb firmly against her clit, applying a heavy, rhythmic pressure that perfectly countered the frantic shaking of her hips.

Penelope’s head tossed back, a loud, broken groan escaping her lips as her hands slipped from her knees, her fingers clawing into the fabric of the couch cushions beside my thighs. “Oh, fuck… Evan… don’t stop rubbing it… right there…”

“I thought I was a pathetic loser, Pen?” I mocked, my thumb grinding harder against her slick nub, forcing a wet, splashing sound from her folds with every movement. “You’re making a lot of noise for someone who claims I can’t hit hard.”

“You’re an annoying… arrogant prick,” she panted, her breath hitching sharply as a sudden tremor ran through her thighs. Her ass cheeks rolled in a slow, heavy circle against my chest, the raw friction driving my half-hard cock crazy where it was pinned beneath her. “But you… you know exactly how to work your fingers, I’ll give you that.”