<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines post) </span><br/><br/>Blaine seemed to take his blows with a sense of entertainment in his expressions as he manhandled Quinn and recovered from her kicking and assaults upon his person. The massive gangster only laughed and leaned hard against Quinn and pinned her down upon the bed.<br/><br/>“ Don't think so Nora…,” he said, “ good fight…your deliciously fiesty…,”<br/><br/>Then something out of the blue occurred.<br/><br/>Quinn's head set then inhibited stronger altering brain waves to her thought patterns, as the one known as Blaine turned into a representation of Dallas for the exception of his red hair that remained jet black and tied into a pony tail.<br/><br/>The framing of the scene and emotions became more intense.<br/><br/>“ Very fiesty…,” the voice changed, “ but at least I get to finally fuck you Miss Smart mouth... after watching this pretty ass teasing me everywhere…let's see how your peach likes getting a professional pounding shall we princess?”<br/><br/>The rough hands tore at Quinn’s neglige that was purposely flimsy to begin with as her derrière was exposed from her small Y junction up to her shoulder as her fetish clothing came apart. The Dallas clone then leaned heavily to press her face into the foamy mattress as she would feel her frame becoming nothing more than a piece of meat for the dark pleasures of her client. Quinn would feel her cheeks spread and the sensation of a salivating tongue and mouth that was prepping her slit with a ravenous hunger, coiling around her crack and arousing her anus before the sensation followed up her spine. Quinn was nearly lifted up with her most intimate entrances being exposed and ravaged despite her kicking and squirming.<br/><br/>“ Stay down!!,” The Dallas clone thundered, and she would feel a hand full of her hair being grabbed and her head thrusted, “ And give your ass up sweet heart --- you may as well enjoy the fucking…,”<br/><br/>Quinn was fully stripped with her out fit in a torn clump on the bed as she was hoisted up by a heavy grip, one cupped around her right hip and the other, a large and meaty forearm that snaked around and gripped her cream breast. Quinn was displayed like a trophy as the Dallas clone scooted in the bed and pointed her to the large mirror as if her conscious wanted to see itself. Quinn would witness the Dallas clone’s meaty cock head that was quite swollen and standing proudly in its solid state, spread open her folds and feed up within her. The shaft slid easily inside as she was able to witness her own fucking, while she was encased in a bed of manly muscle and controlling hands that groped her breasts while sea-sawing her percolated nipples against crushing thumbs.<br/><br/>“ Aaaarrghh…,” the clone grunted, “ Im afraid if you thought this was going to be quick you pinned me wrong Nora…I'm going to take my sweet time beating this lovely peach up and soak my fuck gravy all up in you --- … he snarled… “It’s going to be my pussy for a while..,” as he snaked a long tongue along the right slope of her neck and turned her into the object of his perverted nature….<br/><br/>… and then the inhibitors slowly began to cool down…