The Heart System

Chapter 523

Tessa began to push. It wasn’t a fast motion; the banana was thick, the skin providing a blunt, heavy pressure that Jasmine wasn’t prepared for. I watched from above, my hands gripping the back of the couch as I kept up a steady, grinding rhythm inside her pussy. The dual sensation was clearly blowing Jasmine’s mind. She was caught between the hot, wet friction of my cock and the cool, invasive stretch of the fruit behind her.

The banana barely went in at first, the resistance of her muscles fighting against the intrusion. Tessa grunted, putting her shoulder into it, her fingers gripping the base of the fruit as she forced the first few inches past the rim.

"God, you’re so tight, Jas," Tessa teased, her voice muffled by the proximity to Jasmine’s thighs. "Maybe you need more ’stretching’ in your workout routine."

"Fuck you!" Jasmine screamed, but the words lost their bite as her back arched, her internal walls clamping down on me so hard I nearly lost my footing.

Tessa finally got it in deep enough to stay, and then she began to move it. She didn’t just push; she twisted it, using the natural curve of the banana to hit spots that Jasmine had never felt before. I picked up my speed again, my hips becoming a blur of motion as I hammered into her front while Tessa worked her back.

The living room was filled with... strange sounds, the frantic creak of the couch, the wet, squelching friction of the dual intrusion, and Jasmine’s shattered, incoherent rambling. She was completely gone, her mind fractured by the sheer sensory overload. She was clutching her ankles so hard her knuckles were white, her head tossing back and forth against the velvet.

"Evan! Evan! I’m breaking! I’m breaking!" she sobbed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. "FUUUCK! FUCK, FUCK!"

"That’s it, Jas! Take it all!" I roared, my thumbs digging into her hipbones as I gave her everything I had left.

Tessa was laughing now, a low, triumphant sound as she pumped the banana that matched my own. She was watching Jasmine’s face, savoring every flinch and every sob of pleasure. The "Villain" in me was eating it up—the sight of two of the most powerful women in the city reduced to this mess on a Tuesday morning.

The tension in the room reached a snapping point. Jasmine’s entire body went into a violent, rigid lockdown. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and a long, shattered wail escaped her throat—a sound so raw it didn’t even sound human.

She came so hard. It was a massive, full-body explosion that sent her internal muscles into series of crushing pulses. The release was so violent, the pressure of her climax so intense, that the banana in her asshole was literally ejected. It flew out with a wet, audible thwack, bouncing off Tessa’s shoulder before sliding across the hardwood floor like a yellow projectile.

Tessa fell back onto her heels, letting out a bright, genuine chuckle as she looked at the fruit resting three feet away. "Holy shit! You actually launched it, Jas! That’s a new record!"

Jasmine slumped back into the cushions, her legs finally falling to her sides, her chest heaving like she’d just run a marathon. She looked completely wrecked, her eyes glazed and her skin glowing with sweat.

"You bastard..." she wheezed, her voice a mere ghost of itself. "I... fuck... my asshole... Tessa, I’m going to kill you when I can move again..."

I didn’t stop. The sight of her spent and broken only made my own climax roar toward the surface. I was right on the edge, the blue-ball ache from the restroom finally turning into a white-hot surge of release.

"Fuck..." I growled, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. "I’m close... I’m right there, Jas. Don’t you move."

I gripped the sides of the couch and began a final, relentless sprint, my hips slamming into her with a desperate, heavy force that made the whole frame tremble. I didn’t care about anything. I just needed to empty myself into her.

I didn’t stop. The sight of Jasmine spent and broken, her legs still twitching from the ’assault’ of the banana, only made my own climax roar toward the surface. I was right on the edge, the blue-ball ache from the restroom and the visual overload of the living room finally turning into a white-hot surge of release.

I gripped the sides of the velvet couch, my knuckles turning white as I began the final sprint. My hips slammed into her with a desperate, heavy force that made the whole frame tremble and slide across the hardwood. I didn’t care about the neighbors, the time, or the mess. I just needed to empty myself into her.

"Fuck..." I said, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. "I’m close... I’m right there, Jas!"

With one final, lunging thrust that bottomed out deep against her cervix, I felt the dam break. My entire body went rigid, my head snapping back as I finally exploded inside her. It was a massive, violent release, pulse after pulse of heat filling her up, milking every bit of frustration from the entire night out of my body. I poured into her, an endless flood that felt like it was being drawn from my very marrow.

Because she was already so slick and overstimulated, the sheer volume of the climax couldn’t stay contained. As I stayed buried deep, I could feel the heat overflowing, a steady, warm stream of cum spilling out from where we were joined and running down the curve of her thighs onto the couch cushions.

"OHH... FUUUCK! Jasmine... oh..."

I slowly pulled back, the sound a wet, heavy pop in the quiet room. I slumped against the back of the couch, my chest heaving as I tried to remember how to breathe.

Tessa, still crouching on the floor, watched the aftermath with a predatory glint in her eyes. She reached out, her fingers catching a bit of the overflow, before she leaned over and picked up the unpeeled banana that had previously been launched across the room.

Slowly, she peeled the yellow skin away. Tessa didn’t eat it. Instead, she looked at me, then at the mess between Jasmine’s legs, and offered a wicked, silent smile.

She leaned forward, and while Jasmine was still dazed and staring at the ceiling, Tessa pushed the peeled banana into Jasmine’s soaking pussy. She used the fruit like a sponge, swirling it around to gather the fresh, thick cream I’d just left behind. She coated the entire length of the banana until it was glistening and white.

"Hey, Jas," Tessa whispered, pulling the fruit back out.