Chapter 1311
"You think you can?" Audrey backed away until she was pressed against the cold wall, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly, her eyes blazing with defiance. Jerome was her only protection, and he was gone.
"What's stopping me?" Quentin stalked toward her. Audrey grabbed the water glass and hurled it at his head. He ducked easily, grabbed her wrist, and twisted. In one swift motion, he had her pinned against him, her modest breasts flattened against his chest. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her lower belly.
"No!" Audrey's eyes widened in terror. She thrashed, kicking out at his shins.
The sharp pain made Quentin hiss, his face contorting. He brought his knee up hard, slamming it into her abdomen. Audrey screamed, the pain so intense she almost blacked out.
"You're mine now, Audrey." Quentin hauled her up and threw her onto the bed, her breasts bouncing violently. He ripped open her shirt, exposing her full, round breasts. Their pale skin seemed to glow in the dimly lit room.
Quentin's mouth went dry, his eyes bulging. Vanessa had big breasts, but Audrey's were easily a G-cup. Even by international standards, they were spectacular.
"Tell me, Audrey, did that old geezer really leave you untouched last night?" Quentin leered at her, his gaze fixed on her swaying breasts, the pink nipples taut. He leaned over her. "With tits like these, I don't believe it. How many times did he screw you? Did he give you a titjob? What a waste to let these beauties go unused."
"Get off me, you creep!" Audrey shrieked, mortified, her breasts heaving with her struggles. She knew why he was saying these things. Any man alone with her would have these thoughts. If Jerome hadn't had a heart condition, he might have tried something himself.
"Come on, baby, just a little titjob." Quentin reached for her breasts. When his hands closed around them, he finally understood their magnificence. His hands weren't small, but he still couldn't encompass their fullness. He kneaded them greedily, marveling at their weight. He could bury his face in them and suffocate. It was every man's fantasy.
"Don't touch me!" Audrey's face burned as she twisted and bucked, but Quentin's weight held her down. Her breasts, soft and resilient, distorted under his hands, the nipples hardening into peaks.
"Goddamn! These are some serious honkers." Quentin chuckled, exhilarated. He was finally touching them, these perfect, dreamlike breasts. "Audrey, you're wasting your time as a teacher. You should be in an international breast beauty pageant. You'd win hands down. I could be your manager."
"You bastard!" Audrey's face was crimson with rage, tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks. She struggled instinctively, but the sensation of his hands on her sensitive breasts weakened her, draining her of the will to fight. She could only lie there as he manhandled her.
"I feel sorry for your loser husband, Audrey. Leaving these babies untouched. What a waste. No woman down South has tits like these." Quentin laughed, reveling in the feel of her full, heavy breasts in his hands. No other woman had ever felt like this.
"Stop! Get off!" Audrey sobbed, tears blurring her vision.
"Come on, Audrey, just a little titjob." Quentin pulled out his cock, gave it a few shakes, and then slowly moved it toward the valley between her breasts. Ever since he'd first seen her, he'd fantasized about this.
Last time at Audrey's house, he almost succeeded, but that little punk Kevin ruined it. This time, with Audrey locked up in a cell, no matter how capable Kevin was, he couldn't possibly find this place. If Kevin knew how Quentin was playing with Audrey's big breasts and even getting a titjob from her, he would probably die of anger.
His only regret was that she wasn't lactating. It would have been even hotter. But he had a plan. He'd bought some empty pregnancy milk stimulant. Even if a woman wasn't pregnant, it would make her breasts swell, her areolas darken, and her sex drive go through the roof. He'd given Vanessa a few shots last night. He'd have to inject Audrey too. The thought of those massive tits squirting milk made his cock throb.
Quentin's glans soon touched the round, massive breasts, brushing against the erect nipples. The tender flesh trembled, causing the entire breast to sway back and forth, creating waves that made one dizzy with desire. Such sexy and alluring big breasts, no wonder Jerome and Douglas were both envious. But Audrey belonged to him, and no one else could touch her. Quentin had already planned that once the northern gang was wiped out and he took over the remaining forces, he would become the second-in-command of the southern gang. Jerome wouldn't dare to ask for her back.
"Let go of me! Kevin, save me!" Audrey's face displayed a mix of indignation and outrage at the thought of being defiled. Tears glistened in her eyes as she exerted every fiber of her being to thrash and resist. The idea of Quentin penetrating her breasts with his penis was an image she couldn't bear, for she knew facing Kevin after such an act would be unbearable.
Quentin grinned. "It's no use fighting, Audrey. Nobody's coming to save you. Where's your hotshot cousin now? Probably forgotten all about you. Let me comfort you instead."
Audrey's resistance only fueled Quentin's desire. He tightly embraced Audrey's half-naked body, his head moving to those huge breasts, sucking the warm, smooth, white flesh in big gulps. Quentin's dirty tongue licked the full, plump breasts, making them wet, and the sensitive nipples stood erect under the intense stimulation.
"Tits like these are made for titjobs." He pinned her arms down and thrust his hard cock between them.
At that moment, the door was kicked open, and a tall figure rushed in. It was Kevin.
He had crawled into the basement through the ventilation shaft, searching room by room. He had only found a few naked women who had been abused by the thugs, their breasts and genitals swollen and red, their minds blurred. Kevin was extremely anxious. Suddenly, he heard a woman's cry and a man's lewd laughter from a nearby room. He quickly ran over and kicked the door open. The scene before him made him furious. Quentin was lying on top of Audrey, his erect penis about to enter her enticing, snow-white breasts.
Kevin roared and charged forward, grabbing Quentin's hair and throwing him to the ground, punching him repeatedly.
Kevin's eyes burned with rage as his fists flew, striking Quentin's cheeks from left to right. Audrey was now the most precious thing in his life, and seeing her being violated by this despicable man was unbearable. Witnessing the tear stains on Audrey's face and the disheveled bed, Kevin lost all rationality, consumed by the singular desire to pulverize this scoundrel into oblivion.
When Kevin suddenly appeared in the room, Quentin was already stunned, having no courage to resist. He just lay on the ground, covering his vital parts, letting Kevin beat him. Soon, he was spitting blood, two teeth knocked out, his eyes blackened, and his nose broken.
"Kevin! Kevin, stop!" Audrey scrambled to cover herself. Seeing Kevin's unrelenting fury, she jumped up and grabbed his arm. "Stop it, Kevin. That's enough!"
"He deserves to die, Audrey," Kevin snarled, spitting on Quentin's battered face. Seeing Audrey's tears, imagining what she'd been through, made him want to keep hitting him. He grabbed a nearby ashtray and swung it at Quentin's hand, the hand that had touched her.
Quentin screamed, a high-pitched wail of pain. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out.
Kevin, still not satisfied, raised the ashtray to smash Quentin's groin, but Audrey threw herself on him, her face buried in his chest, sobbing. "Kevin, no! Don't! You'll ruin your life! It's not worth it!"
Feeling her trembling against him, Kevin finally regained control. He held her tight, his voice choked with guilt. "Audrey, I'm so sorry. Hit me. I'm such an idiot. I should never have left you alone last night. I'm so stupid."
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