I kept my hands on Tessa's ass, guiding her rhythm, squeezing the soft flesh every time she came down.
"She feels fucking perfect," I muttered, voice rough. "Tight and wet and taking every inch like she was made for it."
Penelope's eyes flicked to mine, still working her fingers. "Of course she does. You've been stretching that hole for months, I bet. It's not even her pussy anymore. It's just a sleeve for your cock at this point."
Tessa let out a shaky moan and started bouncing harder, the wet slap of her ass against my thighs filling the closed-off car. "Fuck… you're such a bitch…"
"And you love it," Penelope shot back. "Look at how your face changes every time you drop down on him. You're addicted. Admit it. You think about this cock when you're alone. You get wet just remembering how it feels when he bottoms out."
