Wet sounds filled the narrow space between us, echoing obscenely with every movement. Flesh slapped against flesh in a steady, relentless rhythm, the sound raw and unfiltered, each impact louder than the last. There was no hiding what we were doing, no room for subtlety. Every thrust made its presence known, shameless and crude in the most honest way possible.
"Aaahngnhh, ah, ahhhnghh, ah, ahhh…~! Ahhh, ahhh…! I-It's so deeppp…~!"
Her voice wavered, cracking halfway through the moan, pitch climbing higher as control slipped from her grasp. The sound wasn't pretty, but it was real—strained, desperate, and trembling with pleasure she couldn't rein in.
"H-Nghhhh, nghhh, aaahhnnn…! Ah, aaaahhhnghhh, aaaahh…!"
Her moans overlapped, tangled together in a messy chorus that made it painfully clear she was being dragged right back toward the edge again. There was no doubt about it. She was losing ground fast.
And I wasn't spared from it either.
