The Heart System

Chapter 643

She hit power on the remote, and the screen flashed back on. It was hardcore porn... like, real, extreme hardcore porn. On the screen, a woman was licking a man’s foot while another man fucked her. The actors were pulling her hair from behind while aggressively stretching her open, spitting on her, and throwing out heavy, degrading dirty talk.

Penelope didn’t care that I was standing right there. She casually slid her tank top up to her neck, biting down on the hem to hold it in place. Then, she pulled her hotpants down past her hips, opened her legs, and began fingering herself, sliding her whole fucking fist deeply into her wet pussy right in front of the screen.

"Oh," I muttered, rubbing the back of my head as I stared at the display. "Wrong time?"

"Shut the fuck up," she growled around the fabric of her shirt, not breaking her rhythm for a second.

Well... awkward. But yeah, I kind of imagined her doing this sort of thing in her alone time anyway.

I grabbed a pillow from the single couch, tossed it down next to her, and sat down.

Penelope had shifted her rhythm, now ruthlessly fingering herself with two fingers, her index and middle, forcing them deep into her wet slot. With her other hand, she reached down, grabbed a tight handful of her pubic hair right above her vulva, and yanked it upward. She let out a strained moan, her jaw clamped down hard on the hem of her tank top to keep it pinned up.

"So," I began, trying to break the bizarre tension. "You just masturbate like this in your free time?"

"Shut the fuck up, I can’t hear them," she exhaled sharply, letting the tank top drop from her mouth for a split second to bark at me. "Just go fucking rub one out or play with your phone. I’ll be done in a few minutes."

Wow, what the fuck? Was I a kid who needed a distraction so she could have some alone time? Damn, that actually stung my pride a bit. But knowing it was Penelope, I just pushed it aside. This chick had a monstrous libido, and I had to respect that. Getting off on your birthday right before your friends arrive at your apartment was definitely... uh... a choice.

I watched her keep at it. Because she had nothing to lean against, she was hunched forward on the pillow, sitting just inches away from the TV screen while the couch sat completely empty behind us. I guess she just wanted to be as close to the explicit action as possible.

"Well, I suppose I could help you out," I muttered.

I moved closer and sat down directly behind her. Reaching around, I grabbed her firmly by the waist and pulled her back so she was leaning against me. She gave a rough, breathy chuckle, completely relaxed her spine against my chest, and just kept right on fingering herself. Damn, this girl was out of her mind. Like, crazy, crazy. Honestly, she was right on Cora’s level.

"Hey," she muttered, grabbing my right hand and slamming it directly onto her exposed breast. "Play with my nipples."

"Not even a ’please,’ Pen?" I exhaled, shaking my head. "What a shitty host you are, making your birthday guest do all the work."

She just scoffed, and I slid both of my hands over her massive tits. Knowing how much she thrived on rough treatment, I caught both of her nipples between my fingers and pulled them firmly in opposite directions. That earned a loud, sharp moan from her, and her fingers moved inside her center in a sudden, frantic blur.

"Fuck yeah... keep going. I’m gonna fucking cum."

I slid my left hand lower, down past her waist until my fingers brushed against her pubic hair. I grabbed a fistful of it and yanked it upward. Her legs immediately began to shake, the back of her head dropping heavily onto my shoulder as she stared up at the ceiling, her hand moving so fast it was practically a blur. I could tell she was right on the edge.

"I’m gonna... fuck," she groaned. "Fuck... look at how they’re destroying that bitch on screen."

"Hmm," I murmured, leaning forward to press a hard kiss against her neck. "I bet you want to get ruined just like that, Pen."

She flashed a half-hearted, wicked smile. "Fuck no. I’m not a pathetic little bitch like her."

"Really, now?" I asked, tightening my grip on her pubic hair and tugging harder. "I have a pretty hard time believing that."

"Fuck you," she gasped out. "Keep fucking pulling, you idiot. Pull it until they pop out."

"Whatever you say, pervert."

So I did. I pulled her pubic hair so roughly that a few strands actually snapped, slipping into my hand and dropping onto the floor. This chick was completely messing with my system. Just because I obliged her crazy demands, a notification popped into my vision: Yeah... ’bad boy’ points. Fuck. It was kinda addicting, though, I couldn’t even lie.

Suddenly, Erogenous Insight, my passive skill, activated, flashing a prompt in my mind. It highlighted her current weak point... on her hair? Since Penelope was into this exact brand of masochism, I wasn’t actually surprised that her vulnerability was tied to hair pulling.

I shifted my other hand upward, weaving my fingers deep into the hair at the back of her head and yanking it backward. She let out a loud moan, her eyes finally tearing away from the TV screen. She glanced back slightly, straining her neck to look directly at me.

"You like hurting girls, you fucking idiot?" she smirked, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, I know you do. Just look at you."

"Look at me?" I said, pulling her hair even tighter as I leaned in, forcefully capturing her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. "Look at you."

The moment I pulled back, she turned her head and spat right across my cheek, her smirk widening into a cruel grin.

"Don’t kiss me with that dirty mouth, bitch. Just who the fuck do you think you are, retard?"

I calmly exhaled, wiping the spit from my face with the back of my hand, and smiled down at her with a cold, steady gaze. "Penelope... you’re going to heavily regret that."

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