She slaps one hand over her face. “Was that a weird thing to say? It was sexier in my head.”

“It was plenty sexy,” I assure her. “The idea of you getting yourself off is hot.”

She blows out a breath. “I was hoping you would say that. I mean, a lot of porn is just women masturbating. Which I suppose is fine, but it always bored me. Unlike men masturbating. Maybe it’s just because I don’t have one, but penises are fascinating.”

“Is the plural of penis actually penises, or is it penisi?” Shane asks. Because of course he does.

“I’m pretty sure it’s penises,” Penelope affirms.

“It’s not penne?”

“That’s pasta.”

My temple begins throbbing. “Are you guys really having this discussion?”

She just grins at me shyly.

“Or are you procrastinating?” I ask.

“I’m ready,” she says, convincing herself more than me.

I want to make this so good for her. And obviously Shane does too. I’m not sure the best way to proceed other than just going for it. She didn’t choose us to take her virginity because we’re the soft, sweet type. She likes a little rough with her tender, and nobody will benefit from me acting wishy-washy. I think about the way she responded to my commands earlier, but I don’t think anyone feels like playing games right now.

Daddy can wait for a different night.

We start with kissing when she steps into my room. Her lips are so soft, so sweet. We pass her back and forth a few times, the wet sounds she and Shane make tighten my balls. I peel off the towel she’d put on, and Shane goes right to her tits while I go back to kissing her sweet mouth as we somehow inch our way to my rose-covered bed.

She sinks back into the pillows, the two of us on either side of her. Shane claims her mouth like a man obsessed, and I take one of her luscious apple tits in my mouth, enjoying the ripple of her body and her whimpers as Shane swallows them. She parts her thighs and both our hands meet inside her slit. I smile around the nipple in my mouth as she squeals. Without words, we synchronize. I take clit and Shane takes hole as we pleasure her pussy together.

We’re a good team, and tag-teaming is no different. Even though I never thought we’d be in this situation, it feels natural.

Penelope is wet and squirmy, humping against our hands. I pull back to look at the sweet, glistening bud of her clit, watching while Shane slides his finger in and out. He changes the angle of his wrist, hooking his finger, and I change my focus to her face, watching as it changes when he finds her G-spot with his coaxing finger.