Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Those were...a lot of big words. Talk about frivolity. There was no need for all that flowery shit in her condescending little rant. He was annoyed by her tone because it meant she looked down at him but mostly, he was bored, checking out at different parts because she took too long to just get to the fucking point. Quinn preferred people who spoke with purpose rather than meaningless arrogance and this chick seemed to not only resent him for some reason - likely because of her own insecurities, he imagined was she intimidated by how gifted he was? Or was she jealous of...um, Audrey? Maybe. - but also she seemed personally offended by him. She momentarily had his attention back when she crouched down, his eyes drifting between her legs as she opened them and he spent several minutes wondering, with skin pale like that, what color her pussy was. Was she all pink? Was she milky white? Or was she like...Avril? Anyway, purple and rosy like an exotic flower or bird? He betted she had a hefty bit of tongue between those lower lips, and a smug, crooked smirk danced upon his features, his cock twitching in interest. Then he was forced into everything else she said, frowning at her with narrowed gaze and a surly jutting of his chin. One thing Quinn didn't deal well with shame. Anyone trying to hold him accountable for things, especially making him feel guilty and pressured, would not have an easy time of it. It just didn't stick well and he rebelled like a stubborn child. Pfft! he huffed dismissively, sitting back, using his hands to support himself on the dirty floor, regarding her breezily. Yeah, sure. I'm wasting your time. Laundry and shower. I guess it's a good lesson plan. Definitely gets us closer to the goal of handling the stone statue or whatever in a year, no problem. Thanks, teach! He waved his hand at her, giving her a positive sunstar gesture with finger and thumb making a ring, just as condescending as he gave her props for daring to discipline him over something he'd already explained to her and wasn't his fucking fault. Getting up from the floor with a grunted groan, his stomach still roiling testily, Quinn gave her his ass as he bent over to pick up the chamber pot, moving slow and deliberate as he righted himself, turning slightly to give her another smug twist of his lips, raising an expectant eyebrow. I appreciate your concern or whatever, he shrugged nonchalantly, wandering to the washroom, dumping the chamber pot down the drain, setting the glass bowl in the bottom of the shower to be rinsed while he scrubbed himself off. Coming back, he frowned with glib, pursed lips, shrugging again. But that's never happened before. And it won't. I'm not dangerous. In fact, after I'm done cleaning up, how about I show ya? You seem like you could use a good fucking to loosen you up. Kill two doves with one stone Release some of the bottled up tension from that stick plugging up your ass and prove to you, I can get pretty passionate and not lose control. In fact, I bet I can get you to come three times before I do. How 'bout that for some magic, yeah? Heh. Quinn leaned, standing in the open doorway to the washroom, clutching on to the doorframe above his head with his fingers, as he gave her a playful smirk, licking his teeth cockily. He knew he looked and smelled atrocious but he was confident that he could still melt her ice-cold exterior. I promise. I will not be a waste of your time. Lazily, he let his eyes wander over her form, his cock twitching again as he once again pondered the visuals of her albino vagina.