We both kept smoking, the rain outside pouring down in a steady, heavy deluge. Inside the small, cramped apartnt, the air remained dense and muggy, a fine layer of sweat coating both of our bare bodies from the intense friction of the last twenty minutes.
I smirked, shifting the cigarette to the corner of my lips as I reached out and grabbed Penelope by her shoulders. I firmly turned her around, pulling her backward against until her spine leaned flush against my bare chest.
"We’re both fucking sweating," she muttered, her skin slick under my hands as she made a half-hearted attempt to squirm away. "It’s fucking disgusting."
"Just... stay?" I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist.
She looked up at my face over her shoulder, her expression completely unreadable for a mont. Then she exhaled sharply, relaxing her tense posture and letting her full weight sink back against . The movent caused my half-hard cock to slide right between her thighs, rubbing directly against the wetness of her vulva and the temporary tissue plug tucked inside her folds. I slid one hand up to her waist while the other moved higher, lazily pinching and playing with her prominent nipples absentmindedly.
"You’re... a strange one, Pen," I noted, tracing the edge of her massive areola.
"Says the guy who just fucked my ass like there was no tomorrow," she countered, blowing a stream of smoke toward the open window.
"Not exactly the sa thing, though," I smiled, nipping lightly at her shoulder blade. "But yeah. A good way of strange, I suppose."
"Oh, just shut up."
A sudden chi echoed in my mind, and a status block materialized in my vision. Apparently, my little mont of ’affection’ had actually broken through her tough exterior, earning a handful of points.
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WON - INTERACTIONS
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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60
Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40
Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60
Kim: Interest: 100 / 100
Delilah: Interest: 100 / 100
Cora: Interest: 100 / 100
ndy: Interest: 24 / 40
Nala: Interest: 100 / 100
Penelope: Interest: 15 / 20
Minne: Interest: 38 / 40
Ivy: Interest: 57 / 60
Eleanor: Interest: 25 / 40
Alia: Interest: 12 / 20
Es: Interest: 72 / 80
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I took another deep drag from my cigarette and blew the smoke out into the damp night air. From the third floor, I was pretty sure anyone walking by could see us if they looked up, but the downpour was so heavy that the street below was completely deserted. The window overlooked a quiet stretch with no opposite apartnt complexes, just a few small shuttered markets and a local gym building a bit further down the road. Despite the ssy surroundings, the atmosphere felt surprisingly cozy.
I slid my hand down from her tits, letting my fingers wander lower until they tangled into her pubic hair. I began playing with the strands, tugging them gently and randomly at first, before giving a sharp, sudden yank. Penelope let out a soft, involuntary moan against my chest, her hips shifting back against my groin. Her kinks were definitely unconventional, but I wasn’t complaining. Hell, standing next to her, maybe I was the one who was too vanilla.
"I still can’t believe ndy saw sothing in you," she muttered, watching the rain hit the glass. "You’re just a regular guy."
"A regular guy?" I asked, feigning offense. "Ouch. You’re really hurting my feelings tonight, Pen."
"Look down at your dick, you fucking pervert. It’s hard again, and I literally just made you fucking cum."
"And you," I muttered, shifting the cigarette back between my lips so I could slide my fingers down to touch the slick skin of her inner thighs, "are still incredibly wet."
Before I could stroke her, Penelope reached down, catching the sensitive tip of my cock between her index finger and thumb. She ford a tight circle and squeezed with a brutal amount of pressure.
"Fuck!" I groaned loudly, the sudden spike of painful pleasure nearly making drop my cigarette out the window. I imdiately took a sharp step back to break her grip.
She pushed herself away from , spinning around with a wicked smirk on her face. "You’re fucking annoying as fuck, Marlowe."
"And you cuss way too much."
I chuckled, flicking the spent cigarette butt out into the pouring rain. Penelope didn’t stay away for long; she stepped right back into my space, leaning her back against my chest once more as my dick slid easily back between her damp thighs. She glanced up at the clock ticking away on the wall. There were still at least twenty minutes left before the birthday gathering was officially supposed to start. Given the heavy traffic building up in the rain, the girls would likely be running late anyway. I silently thanked my luck for arriving early, otherwise I would have been stuck on the highway.
"I’m fucking bored," she announced, tossing her own cigarette out the window. "Let’s do sothing."
"Like what?"
Instead of answering, she walked over to the kitchen counter and snatched up the wrapped present I had brought. She tore through the packaging, pulling out the clothing items inside and holding them up in the dim light of the living room. It was a high-end Nuppia brand t-shirt with matching tailored pants. Jasmine had insisted it was the perfect fashion-forward gift, and the price tag had nearly given a stroke.
"Fuck ," Penelope exhaled, her face falling into an expression of pure disappointnt. "You could’ve bought a costu, like a sexy cat outfit, a nurse, or sothing useful. What the fuck is this?"
"Hey, that’s Nuppia!"
"Fabric is fabric," she scoffed. She tossed the expensive clothes onto the single couch and sat down right on top of them. "You’re a fucking boring guy, Marlowe."
"Jeez, no need to thank for the generous birthday gifts."
Penelope ignored the sarcasm, leaning forward on the couch to reach between her legs. She plucked the saturated paper towel plug out of her pussy, discarding it onto the floor. Then, without a hint of hesitation, she reached down, grabbed the brand-new Nuppia t-shirt I had just gifted her, and used the premium fabric to aggressively wipe the remaining trails of my cum from her outer folds.
My jaw practically dropped. Those clothes cost a fortune, and there she was, treating them like a cheap rag to clean up after sex. This girl was truly sothing else.
"At least the rags did sothing useful," she said, callously dropping the stained t-shirt onto the floorboards. She looked up at , patting the cushion beside her. "Co here."
Curious, I walked over and sat down next to her on the couch. Penelope unlocked her phone, tapped through a browser window, and opened up her online shopping cart, turning the screen toward my face. Huh... look at that.
"This," she said, tapping a finger against the glass. "Buy this as a replacent gift. You can return those other clothes, or, I don’t know, just throw them in the trash."
"Well, I highly doubt the boutique is going to accept a cum-stained return, Pen."
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