Quinn Doll Uncensored Novels & Stories

After she had a chance to speak with the doctor, she had a lot to think about. Quinn was a different story. She seemed to be in denial about what happened and that wasn't good. According to the doctor, Quinn had been doing breath play, whatever that was, in a popular sex club in town. The "Dom" in charge of the scene lost control of the device somehow. He sounded like a real dickwad. Natalia was angry and confused on her sister's behalf, so yeah, she decided he was a bad guy.

Quill let out a muffled gagging sound, but she swallowed it all down, her throat working hard to keep up with the flow. "DON'T STOP! GIVE HER EVERYTHING!" Blake and Leo were the last. They stepped in close, their cocks pulsing as they fired their loads all over her hair and neck. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the men. Quill was covered. Her face was a mask of white cum. It was in her hair, on her chest, and dripping off her chin. She looked completely ruined. She looked like the ultimate trophy. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the team, a small, satisfied smile on her messy lips.

Quinn was glaring at me with purple eyes and his black hair was long again and striped with white, it whipped around his face. "Nice 80s rocker looks Quinn," I chuckle, eyeing him. I felt him wrap me in purple ropes and I raised my brow. I broke them and flicked my wrist wrapping him in golden binds. He actually smiled and blew me a kiss. What the fuck is this shit. Breaking free from the binds he appeared before me and waved my clothes off. "Evil horny bitch," I mumble, shaking my head and smirking. I waved my clothes back on and stripped him, laughing as I did. Quinn growls and throws a purple ball at me and I dunked quickly to avoid it.

"You're going to torture me?" Humm, neither right nor wrong. Because yeah, it'd probably be a little painful for hers down there. "Grayson, please don't cut my fingers or nails. I still need them." I try to hold my laugh. It seemed like Quinn had seen more action movies than romance. "We'll find out later," I replied mysteriously. I sprang into action. I draped Quinn's body over the couch and started exploring her neck. It made her look up and squeeze the couch cushions.