Harmonious Communication

"I don't agree," Howard asserted, "When dealing with girls, you need to show a tough side!"

"Make her completely submissive at your feet. Only then can you truly have her under your control!" Howard said, pounding the tablecloth in front of him firmly.

A groan emerged from his throat.

However, Cyril ignored this sound.

"Ha, Dr. Howard, that's exactly why you didn't win Quinn over and ended up losing to me!" Cyril said with a drunken smirk. "I respected her and her ideas, and that's why I was the one who ended up marrying her. I am the ultimate victor!"

"Congratulations, victor! Here's to you, and make sure you finish your drink, not a drop left!" Howard said with a slight smile, as if speaking to Quinn, finally letting go of the tightly gripped tablecloth and shaking it before clinking glasses with Cyril.

Under the table, Quinn turned around, relieved, preparing to crawl out.

Unexpectedly, a pair of large hands reached under the tablecloth, firmly grasping her waist and lifting the hem of her long skirt.

Then, with a powerful pull, she was dragged backward.

Pop!

A huge phallus accurately penetrated Quinn's vagina.

"Umm!" Quinn quickly placed one hand on the ground and covered her mouth with the other, fearing to make even the slightest noise.

This was different from before.

Before, she had been in control of the pace, at most letting Howard tease her enough to make her throat feel uncomfortable.

But now, she had no control over the pace.

And behind her, Howard, an expert not only well-equipped but also highly skilled, took over.

You always manage to strike a critical hit just when I lower my guard, breaking through defenses and causing real damage, leaving me completely unprepared.

"Speaking of which, where's Quinn?"

"Quinn? Why has it taken you so long to pick something up?"

Cyril shifted his seat toward where Quinn was supposed to be.

Suddenly, Quinn's pretty, blushing face peeked out from under the tablecloth, her eyes darting around, with only her head and neck visible; the rest was obscured.

"Quinn, what are you doing?" Cyril asked, his speech slurred.

"I... ah... I'm... ah! It's so fast!"

Quinn covered her mouth with one hand, the other desperately supporting herself on the floor, shaking her head continuously as she tried to fend off the overwhelming pleasure sweeping through her body.

It was too shameful, being handled so roughly by someone else in front of her fiancé, and having her fiancé watch her expressions change from rational to breakdown!

"Hmm? What?"

Cyril's vision was blurry; he could vaguely make out that it was Quinn, but he couldn't see her expression clearly.

He was seeing double, even when looking at Howard.

"Ah! No, no... he's watching, please, don't... ah!"

Quinn couldn't complete her sentence, turning her head to plead with Howard to let her off.

But separated by the table, how could Howard possibly see her expression?

All he could see was the sweet nectar flowing from the split ripe peach.

"Are you two showing off your love in front of me? What are you doing, acting like a couple under the table?" Howard said with a laugh, his hands tightly grasping Quinn's slender waist.

His arms, bulging with veins and muscles, seemed as if they might snap her delicate waist with their strength.

His fingers dug into her soft skin.

Smack!

Suddenly, Howard slapped down hard.

This shocked Quinn so much that she couldn't help but cry out.

She really hadn't expected him to slap her while Cyril was watching, let alone make such a loud noise!

"Ah!"

"Shh!"

Unexpectedly, instead of becoming suspicious, Cyril nervously gestured for Quinn to be quiet.

His fiancée was right in front of him, and although they hadn't done anything and were completely innocent, being caught in such a position by Howard could lead to misconceptions.

Cyril's own reputation didn't matter much to him, being a man.

But Quinn was different; she was supposed to remain a chaste woman until after their marriage, a pure goddess whom he hadn't even touched.

If Howard misunderstood Quinn, that would be terrible!

By now, under Howard's forceful impact, Quinn was gradually losing herself, her gaze dazed and her head bobbing as if her neck had no bones.

She made unclear sounds from her mouth, it was hard to tell if she was pleading or moaning in enjoyment.

"Quinn, stop messing around. Howard, Quinn is just being a bit naughty, plus she's had a little to drink! She's not usually like this!"

"Here, I'll drink three glasses for Quinn."

Cyril picked up the glass and proceeded to drink three more on his own.

"Ah, no, that won't do!"

"It's too fast, slow down!"

"Drinking so fast, you'll ruin your health!"

Cyril's eyes were so blurry he couldn't keep them open, his brain spinning with dizziness.

He faintly heard Quinn seemingly advising him to drink less and not so quickly.

In fact, in the original words spoken by Quinn, there was no mention of "drinking" at all!

At this point, Quinn could no longer worry about shame, only hoping that Howard would slow down, as she was truly reaching her limit.

It's unheard of to have six climaxes on the day one loses their virginity, and then to be caught and continued to be driven that evening.

It felt to Quinn like there was a queue of people behind her, all because of Howard.

"Don't worry, it won't break. The body is like a car; it needs to be driven regularly to avoid breaking down. The longer it sits, the more problems it'll have!" Howard said unabashedly in front of Cyril.

"Ha, Howard, you've had too much to drink. You can't even steady yourself on the table. Why are you swaying and shaking?!"

"It looks like your drinking tolerance isn't so great after all. Stop shaking, don't flip the table over.

As for Quinn, I beat you at that, and I must beat you in drinking too!" Cyril said, picking up his glass to continue drinking.

By the second drink, he had passed out on the table, unconscious.

"Now you can let go! He's so drunk that even if you scream, he won't wake up!"

Howard, with a strong pull, yanked Quinn from under the table, positioning her to sit with her back to him.

His large hands tore open the neckline of her long dress, wantonly kneading her pale, creamy breasts.

The long dress was lifted to her waist, her sexy, slender legs struggling to support her trembling body.

For a while, Quinn's creamy body stiffened in Howard's embrace, and after some time, she finally slumped down, her delicate shoulders gently twitching.