Quinn slipped into her dress. She stared at her shirt and saw that some of the buttons were missing. She glared at Dylan where he was drinking.

"Why are you silent?" She asked.

"Am I supposed to praise you for letting me fuck you?" He asked, staring into the thin air.

She walked towards him, touching his face. He threw his face away from her hand.

"I know you feel uncomfortable with this Dylan. But this is what I want. I've never had this type of s*x before with anyone. No one has touched me the way you just did. You can see how perfect we are together"

He turned...