Chapter 77 Bent Over The Cart

• Douglas pulled out his softened cock with a wet, heavy sound, a thick streak of their mixed release sliding down Quin’s inner thigh. He didn’t clean his hand or put his clothes back into place; instead, he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the shining silver cart not far from them.
• The cart squeaked a bit on the hotel carpet under his pulling.
• "Breakfast," Douglas muttered, his voice still scratchy from the sex and exertion. He took a chilled champagne bottle from the bucket standing nearby, water sparkling on the bottle. He opened it with a sharp snap, and the cork shot into the wall of the room. He didn’t care about pouring the drink into the glass; he simply put the bottle to Quin’s mouth, making her choke on the fizzy liquid.