"Hmmm-" placing her head on his chest, Miss Linda let out an exhausted sigh and slipped her hand under his chest to feel his abs.
The atmosphere was tranquil, a stark contrast to how it had been a few minutes ago. High pitched moans, loud grunts and clapping of flesh.
The table, draped in velvet linen, was the full set of dishes he ordered. Half eaten and most of it yet to be touched. The simple looking bottle of fine wine but expensive taste barely had anything remaining in it thanks to the docile lady rubbing his abs.
"Ahh- ahh- ahh-" just as they savored the tranquil atmosphere, wrapped in each other's embrace. A stifled, barely audible moans traversed through the walls and then into their ears.
'Are you kidding me?'
Sensing Miss Linda's body quake and her palm pressing hard against his abs to ease her embarrassment. They both came to a realization.
The loud moans from earlier, rapid thrust and dirty talks must have been heard by the next private vip rooms on both sides.
