I kept the pace, sliding my cock through the soft, warm pressure of their combined tits, the head popping free at the top on every stroke before vanishing again. The contrast of textures and the visual of both of them working together to keep me trapped between their breasts was almost too good.
After another minute of steady thrusting Tessa looked up at me with a sudden, knowing little smile.
"Hey… fuck our armpits. I know you secretly like it, you idiot."
Penelope's head snapped toward her. "Armpit?" she scoffed. "Weirdo."
"I don't actually like armpits that much," I said, still standing hunched in the back of the car. "It's… whatever. Meh."
Tessa and Penelope ignored the protest completely. They both lifted one arm, then linked their fingers together above their heads so their raised arms formed a soft, warm channel. The smooth skin of their armpits pressed against each other, creating a narrow, slightly damp space right in front of my cock.
