{"id":253566,"date":"2026-07-13T02:54:01","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:54:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bailing-out-carrie-quest\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:54:01","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:54:01","slug":"bailing-out-carrie-quest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bailing-out-carrie-quest\/","title":{"rendered":"Bailing Out – Carrie Quest"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Yeah, I\u2019m all yours. Every inch of me. Then she\u2019s licking at my mouth, and I open for her and the kiss turns hungry and hard in seconds. She slicks her tongue against mine and I catch it, sucking it into my mouth the way I remember makes her squirm. Her hips twitch, and I drop my hands to her ass, flipping that little black skirt up and pressing her heat against my cock. She moans and rubs herself against me, tight little circles that make my eyes roll back in my head.<\/p>\n

More. I need more. I need all of her. My hands are wild now, frantic, plunging into the waistband of those tights to grab her ass and then tugging at her sweater. I can\u2019t get it off without breaking our kiss so I settle for flicking her bra open and cupping her breasts. Fuck. They\u2019re heavy and soft and her nipples are little points, digging into my palms, begging for attention.<\/p>\n

I roll them between my fingers, feeling them harden, remembering how they swell until they look like rosy raspberries. Delicious. \u201cI need my mouth on you.\u201d My voice is hoarse and desperate. Belle nods and pulls her sweater off, then shrugs out of her bra and stands there, hair covering her shoulders and tumbling down her back, waiting for me. She\u2019s panting, her lips swollen and wet, and I can\u2019t resist one more hard kiss before I lower my head and suck a nipple into my mouth.<\/p>\n

She cries my name and her head falls back. I release her, the wet popping noise loud and dirty in our tiny space, and begin to tease, licking circles on both her breasts, stopping to suck just long enough to leave little red marks, but staying away from those hard little berries, shaking my head and smiling when she pushes them toward my mouth.<\/p>\n

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he lights are so hot I can feel the thick makeup on my face melting. My sister, Zoe, really caked it on this morning, adding layer upon layer as I slowly disappeared. I barely recognized myself when she held up the mirror to show me the finished product. Beige face. Dark red lipstick. Auburn hair scraped up in a bun so tight that my skin is stretched into a surprised expression. Like someone just pinched my ass.<\/p>\n

I catch a glimpse of myself on one of the monitors and if the person in charge of onscreen titles doesn\u2019t have a freeze frame of my face with you\u2019re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation underneath then that person should be fired immediately. I shoot Zoe a desperate look, hoping she\u2019ll rush over with a tissue to blot this dripping foundation, but she\u2019s completely focused on her phone.<\/p>\n

Her face is set in a frown as she stabs the screen. At fifteen years older than me, Zoe has been my manager for my entire skating career, but it doesn\u2019t seem to be bringing her much joy lately. I thought maybe after the accident we would both be able to slow down, but it\u2019s been a year and a half and if anything, Zoe is even more driven. More focused on the next deal. More determined to wring every opportunity possible out of the fact that I used to be the best, once upon a time.<\/p>\n

Even getting your leg (and your Olympic dreams) crushed by a drunk driver doesn\u2019t earn you a vacation in my family. Being here in Sochi is a case in point. I\u2019d much rather be home in Boston, but Zoe decided the exposure would be good for my career, so here I am.<\/p>\n

Beige. Sitting on a velvet loveseat in front of a fake roaring fire while a reporter named Kimmy asks me awkward and way-too-personal questions about the end of my life as a competitive skater. \u201cIt must be very difficult for you to be here, Isabelle.\u201d Kimmy tries to furrow her brow but Botox is a bitch that way, so she has to settle for a slight frown and a look of pity.<\/p>\n

You think, Kimmy? I gave up years of my life to training, lost the only man I\u2019ve ever loved, and now have to watch other people live my dream. So yeah, it\u2019s a wee bit difficult. I bite back what I want to say and nod thoughtfully. \u201cI wish I were here competing, but it\u2019s nice to be able to soak up the Olympic atmosphere anyway.\u201d Kimmy smiles, but I hear a snort come from somewhere to my left.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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