Chapter 81 Change In Scenery

• Quin's knees gave out, the only thing keeping her standing being the iron vice grip that Douglas's hands were holding onto her waist. Quin collapsed forward, her head resting upon the muscle of his chest and breathing in ragged and shallow gasps.
• She felt her back pressing against the cold wall as moisture dripped along her spine from the slick, sweat-covered skin that lined her back. The temperature between her legs, on the other hand, was boiling, molten heat. Thick ropes of cum flowed from between her legs, flowing down to her inner thighs.
• The atmosphere in the room was heavy, cloying with the musk of sex and the savory scent of the rare steak they had savagely destroyed.