I lined myself up and slid my half-hard cock right back into her stretched, dripping entrance, using it like a piston. I began pushing and pulling back in a steady, shallow rhythm. Each forward shove made a wet, incredibly dirty squelching noise as my length churned through the thick pool of semen trapped inside her, and each downward pull dragged a fresh wave of the hot white liquid out, letting it drop heavily onto the hardwood floorboards. She let out a low, vibrating moan as I worked my way inside her, her head tilting back against my chest as the cold air hit the damp skin of her thighs. To stimulate her more, I leaned over her waist, reached down, and grabbed a tight handful of her pubic hair, pulling it back sharply.

"Mm... go deeper," she breathed out, her internal muscles twitching around my shaft. "I can still feel your fucking cum deep inside. Get all of it."

So I did. I pushed deeper, driving myself in until I bottomed out, feeling the incredibly hot, slick liquid churning inside her ass. The raw heat of her interior combined with the slick, excessive lubrication of my own release made every single slide feel intensely graphic. I ground my pelvis against her cheeks, making sure to scrape the walls and draw out as much of the mess as possible, the wet slapping sounds filling the small space between us.

Finally, I pulled my cock out with a loud, wet plop and watched the immediate aftermath. Huge globs of cum oozed from her gaping entrance, dripping down her skin. Damn, I had to be really horny today because the sheer volume of the load was incredible. It was practically a small fucking pool on the wood. I couldn’t lie, seeing her lying there like this, completely messy and covered in my release, made me feel like I could easily go for another round. Hell, maybe three or four more if we had the time.

"That’s it," Penelope said, reaching back to finger her own asshole, checking her slick fingertips to ensure it was empty. "Clean enough. You’re at least good for something, Marlowe."

"I’ll take that as a genuine compliment."

"Now clean up this disgusting mess while I go change," she said, shifting her weight to stand up. "The girls should be here any minute now."

"Clean the mess?" I muttered.

Before I could even say something, a sharp notification flashed directly into my field of vision, forcing me to freeze.

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ON A ROLL QUEST: 250 SC

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Have her lick the cum off

the floorboards.

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Two hundred and fifty star credits? That was way too much currency to pass up, so I accepted the prompt in a heartbeat. While her ass was still resting against my thighs, I reacted quickly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against me firmly before she could fully stand.

"How about you clean it up instead?" I asked, my voice dropping into a teasing purr.

"Just grab some fucking tissues from the kitchen, you fucking retard," she scoffed, trying to break my grip.

"Lick it off the ground, Pen."

She let out a loud, mocking laugh, forcefully twisting out of my embrace. Once she was free, she stood up completely naked, turned around, and proudly flipped me the middle finger. "In your dreams, Evan. In your fucking dreams!"

With that, she turned on her heel, strutted into her bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind her.

And then... oh, fuck. A harsh red system warning flashed across my vision. Because I had officially failed the On a Roll quest, the system penalized me, instantly draining half of my total accumulated points.

Fucking hell. So a failure meant I’d lose half of my hoard just like that? If I had known the stakes were that high, I wouldn’t have accepted the quest so carelessly, or I would have tried a hell of a lot harder to persuade her. Ugh... whatever. At least I still had the automatic x3 EXP boost from the previous milestone safely secured in my logs. At least there was a silver lining to this disaster.

"Ugh... guess I’m the one cleaning. Great," I muttered to myself, standing up on my knees and looking around for a roll of paper towels.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 21560/ 31500

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Current Credits: 25840c

Current SC: 312

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I opened the door and greeted Kayla and Mendy. Both of them were carrying wrapped gifts, and a few seconds later Penelope appeared from the kitchen with a chocolate bar in her hand. There was a bit of chocolate smeared at the corner of her lips. After setting the bar down on the counter, she flashed them a warm smile.

"I thought you two ditched me and decided not to come," she complained. "Where have you been? You left me alone with this idiot for hours."

"The traffic was terrible," Kayla replied with a groan. "And I’m still a pretty new driver, so everything takes twice as long."

"Congrats on the car, by the way," Penelope said as she watched them step inside. "What model did you get?"

Kayla smiled proudly. "Nothing fancy," she said. "Just a used Toyota Corolla. It’s not exactly a dream car, but it gets me from point A to point B without falling apart."

"Oh, I know those." I nodded. "There was a recall a while back because of the airbags."

"Wait, seriously?" Kayla asked as she placed her gift on the counter. "Aw, man."

"I’ll check it out for you later. One of my old coworkers, Tuck, had the exact same issue."

"Please do," she said. "I don’t need my first car trying to assassinate me."

Penelope laughed and gave Mendy a hug before pulling Kayla into one as well.

After I closed the door behind them, we all moved into the living room, which was finally clean. I hadn’t realized how much of a disaster we’d made of the place until I spent half the afternoon scrubbing it. I had mopped the floor four times before the smell and stains finally disappeared.

Mendy sniffed the air as she stepped inside.

"It smells... different in here."

"Ah, I mopped the place," Penelope said smoothly.

"Wow. I never took you for a good host, Pen. Not gonna lie."

"Bite my left buttcheek, asshole."