Bab 835: Fuck you.

To Quinn's surprise and annoyance, I carried her like a sack of potatoes instead of holding her in my arms. She struggled for a short bit right until I threw her on the bed, and she was lightly shaking her head as she watched me take my top off.

Looking at her now, her face was still red due to the alcohol and from crying her eyes out but the tears that remained in her eyes made them sparkle.

Her body was almost always the first thing anyone would take notice but with the right setting, she's also drop-dead gorgeous.

"Did you really have to do that?"

"We don't want a bicep tear, no?"

"Hmph! Lose the pants too, you've been kissing me far too much."

"But I like kissing you and want to move way~ lower."

"Oh?" Quinn gave me a smile as she spread her legs while still clothed, "You mean this spot?"

I stared right at her as I also dropped my pants and started to stroke myself, "You take them off or I'll rip them—"

"Hah! I'd like to see you try— Wai—"