Chapter 1876
"Hey, babe, I'm here," Quentin murmured, unable to resist as he threw himself onto Vanessa, pinning her beneath him. One hand wrapped around her slender waist while the other tangled in her silky hair. His breath, sour and eager, found her moist, pink lips.
Quentin's chest brushed against Vanessa's ample, firm breasts, pressing them into different shapes. His legs intertwined with her long, smooth ones, which were a stark contrast to his own. Vanessa's legs were smooth and flawless, like ivory, and astonishingly long. Quentin's legs were only half the length of Vanessa's, giving him a somewhat comical appearance.
Vanessa laughed, wrapping her strong legs around Quentin's waist. Her slender arms encircled his sturdy neck as she passionately pushed her tongue into his mouth, engaging in a deep, wet kiss. Her hips moved rhythmically, and one of her hands reached down to grasp Quentin's swollen, ready-to-explode member. "Quentin, why are you so hard? We can't do it now; Audrey will wake up soon. What if she finds out? I don't want to be embarrassed."
"Don't worry about her," Quentin replied breathlessly, his cock rubbing against Vanessa's wet entrance. "If she finds out, we'll just have to include her. That way, she won't spill our secret."
"You're all talk," Vanessa teased.
Quentin responded by thrusting deeply into Vanessa, his length pushing through her slickness and hitting her cervix. Vanessa gasped, her hands clutching Quentin's back. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest as she moaned and moved her hips to match his rhythm.
Quentin lost himself in their passionate kiss, his cock moving in and out of her tight, warm embrace. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through him as her walls squeezed and contracted around him.
Every time he pulled out, Quentin made sure to rub against Vanessa's sensitive clit, causing her to moan louder. He could feel the urgency, knowing Audrey could wake up any moment, so he increased his pace, their bodies slapping together.
"Ah, ah, oh, I'm going to lose it! Harder, Quentin, harder!" Vanessa cried out, her legs tightening around his waist, lifting her hips to take him deeper.
"Call me 'husband,'" Quentin demanded, pressing his entire weight onto her. His thick length plunged into her, hitting her cervix with each thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through both of them.
"Ah, yes, yes, husband, it feels so good!" Vanessa's voice was filled with ecstasy, her body shaking with pleasure. "Don't stop, please, harder!"
Quentin watched as Vanessa's body responded to him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He couldn't resist squeezing them, adding to her pleasure. Vanessa's head tilted back, her eyes half-closed in bliss.
"Ah, husband, you're driving me crazy!" Vanessa's voice was a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I'm going to come, please, don't stop!"
Quentin felt her tighten around him as she reached her climax, her body convulsing in pleasure. She collapsed onto the massage table, panting and covered in sweat, having reached an orgasm.
"That was incredible," Vanessa gasped, looking at Quentin with a satisfied smile. Her legs slowly relaxed, and she lay there, completely spent.
Suddenly, Audrey stirred, about to wake up. Quentin quickly slipped out of the room, and Vanessa hurriedly dressed, ready to act normal when Audrey awoke.
"Wow, you really zonked out here," Vanessa teased as Audrey got up, blushing and getting dressed. Audrey had vaguely heard sounds of passion in her sleep, but couldn’t quite wake up. She noticed a wet spot on the massage table and touched it, her fingers coming away sticky. The familiar smell of semen shocked her. Had Vanessa been with a man just now?
As they walked to the second floor, Quentin approached them, smiling. "Fancy seeing you two here."
Audrey nodded politely, maintaining a professional distance from her male colleagues, not giving them any reason to hope for more.
Quentin's resolve to win Audrey over strengthened. He chatted briefly with Vanessa before heading downstairs, looking particularly sharp in his casual attire.
"Audrey, I think Quentin likes you," Vanessa whispered.
"Stop it, I’m married," Audrey replied, blushing. She did find Quentin attractive; he was different from other men at work, more respectful and hardworking.
"So what if you're married? Your husband isn't in Harmony County," Vanessa teased. "If you're interested, I can help set you up."
"Enough, stop joking," Audrey said, her heart racing as she hurried downstairs.
Vanessa smiled mischievously and followed. Audrey, lost in thought, slipped on the stairs and fell forward with a scream.
Vanessa tried to catch her, but was too late. Audrey tumbled down the stairs, heading for a serious injury.
Quentin, deep in thought, heard the screams and turned to see Audrey falling. He rushed forward, catching her just in time. Audrey's breasts pressed against his chest, and the contact made Quentin's body react, his erection pressing against her.
"Ah..." Audrey felt Quentin's hardness through their clothes, sending unfamiliar sensations through her body. Her legs weakened, and she clung to him, her breath quickening as pleasure coursed through her.
"Stop," Audrey moaned, feeling Quentin's erection pushing against her. Her body trembled, caught between escape and desire, as she reached a climax from the unexpected stimulation.
"Are you okay, Audrey?" Vanessa asked, rushing down the stairs. She saw Quentin's hand on Audrey's chest and glared at him. Quentin sheepishly let go, still feeling the heat of Audrey's body.
"I'm fine," Audrey said, blushing and avoiding Quentin's gaze. She felt embarrassed by her body's reaction but grateful he had saved her from a nasty fall.
After sending Vanessa and Quentin away, Audrey rushed home, stripping off her clothes. Her body was perfect, her breasts firm, her waist slender, and her legs long. She felt embarrassed by how wet she was, her panties soaked through.
"That was so humiliating," Audrey muttered, removing her wet underwear. Her arousal was evident, her body responding to Quentin's touch despite her anger.
"Quentin did that on purpose," she thought, cleaning herself. But she also felt a hint of gratitude; he had saved her from a serious injury. Maybe she owed him a bit of thanks.
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