She didn’t need to be told twice. Penelope stepped into the pocket between my thighs, leaning her weight forward against my chest. I took hold of my thick, semi-erect shaft and pressed the smooth underside of it directly against the soft, dense patch of dark hair sitting on her pubic bone, right above her dripping cunt.
I began sliding my cock back and forth across the hair slowly.
The sensation was entirely different from the tight friction of before. The coarse, curly strands of her pubic hair tickled and grazed against the ultra-sensitive skin of my shaft. With every rhythmic rub, the heavy bead of clear, slick precum welling at my tip began to smear over the dark patch, coating the hairs in a glistening sheen. The more I rubbed, the more the friction turned wet and slippery, the coarse texture softening as it became pletely saturated with my juices.
Penelope let out a long, shuddering moan against my shoulder, her head falling back as her knees buckled slightly. "Oh, fuck... yes... right there. Keep doing that."
While I kept up the steady, teasing friction against her pelvis, Penelope’s hand slid down between our bodies. Her fingers were already dripping wet, and without a second of hesitation, she plunged her middle and index fingers straight into her own swollen, aching pussy. She began fingering herself with a frantic, desperate pace, her thumb aggressively rolling over her hyper-sensitive clitoris.
"Just like that... just like that, Evan..." she whimpered, her voice pletely broken as she watched our joined midsections in the mirror.
The wet, messy sound of her own fingers working inside her mixed with the soft, distinct rustle of my shaft sliding against her wet pubic hair.
"God, it’s so hot... the way the hair is scratching against you... fuck me, I’m so close."
"Look at you, begging for it," I saidinto her ear, my hips hitching slightly as the friction started pulling the blood right back into my cock, making it harder by the second. "You’re pletely ruined, Penelope. Look at how hard you’re working for it."
"I don’t care... don’t stop rubbing me..." she cried out, her pacing inside herself being wild and pletely erratic. Her internal walls were already fluttering, violently contracting around her own fingers as she chased the edge. "Your balls... fucking brush them on there too."
I blinked, momentarily throwing my head back in sheer disbelief. "You are the weirdest, most demanding—"
"Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up and just do it!" she cut in desperately, her voice a sharp, needy whine as her fingers worked frantically inside her soaking wet cunt.
A breathless laugh escaped me, but I didn’t argue. Shifting my weight slightly, I leaned my pelvis further forward and altered the angle. I pressed the heavy, sensitive weight of my balls directly against the slick, precum-soaked patch of her pubic hair. I began to rhythmically drag and brush my sack up and down across the coarse, wet strands, right alongside the steady friction of my shaft.
Penelope let out a shattered, high-pitched gasp, her eyes widening in pure shock as the unique sensation pushed her hyper-sensitive nerves pletely over the brink.
"Oh, god... yes! Right there!" she screamed, her hand being a blur as she fiercely drove her fingers deeper into herself.
The wet, messy sounds of her self-fingering bined with the heavy, heavy rubbing of my cock and balls against her pelvis reached a fever pitch. Penelope’s entire body went pletely rigid, her head snapping back against my chest as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"Evan! I’m... fuck, fuck... shit, fuck, shit..."
She screamed out loud, a sharp, piercing wail of pure ecstasy as her orgasm exploded through her for the second time. Her body convulsed violently against mine, her hips bucking hard into my groin as a fresh, hot torrent of her juices squirted out over her fingers, dripping messily onto the tiles below. She trembled uncontrollably in my arms, pletely spent, her forehead resting heavily against my chest as she rode out the massive, overlapping waves of her climax.
"Phew." She exhaled. "Now I’m done. Fuck yeah."
"Uh... y-yeah..."
Well... uh... this was...
This was some experience, alright... right?
We dressed in a quiet, heavy silence, our movements slow and heavy from the sheer exhaustion of the workout.
When we finally turned to look at ourselves in the large bathroom mirror, we both froze. We looked absolutely...
Fucked.
The evidence of what we had just done was plastered all over our skin. The heavy, dark purple hickeys I had sucked into her neck and collarbone were already darkening, standing out vividly against her pale skin, and her massive nipples were still hard as fuck.
As for me, the vicious bite marks she had sunk into my shoulder were angry and red, and the long, burning nail tracks down my shoulders looked incredibly obvious. To top it all off, both of our hair was a wild, tangled, sweaty mess.
"If they ask what happened," I panted, running a hand through my messy hair in a vain attempt to smooth it down, "we’ll just say we used that same workout app as earlier and did some heavy squats as well. That explains the sweat and the exhaustion."
Penelope looked at the blatant bite marks on my neck, then back to the mirror, letting out a sharp, amused chuckle. "Yeah. Sure. Squats. I’m sure Kayla and Mendy will totally buy that, you pervert."
She shook her head, a smirk still playing on her lips as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, finally leaving the humid bathroom behind.
⟁ ⟁ ⟁
The next morning, I woke up to loud, insistent banging on the front door. I waited a few seconds, expecting Minne to answer it, but I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. With a groan, I pushed myself out of bed, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and walked to the door in nothing but my shorts.
I opened it, half-expecting Jasmine or maybe Eleanor.
Instead, Anotta stood there.
She looked as sharp and intimidating as always, her slightly curly silver hair perfectly styled, framing her stern face. She wore a tailored black coat over a white blouse and a tight pencil skirt that emphasized her long legs. Elegant, cold, and dangerous.
"Evan," she said, her voice flat and manding. "May I e in?"
"S-sure?"
"Was that a question or an answer?"
"I mean... sure. e in."
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