Slapping noises, rustling, muffled moans and ecstasy.
The exhilaration felt by a risky couple that stopped at nothing to give pleasure to their companion.
...
"Madam Maxwell, are you in there?"
It was the voice of a man, one that had recently been together with Annabelle Maxwell in the committee meeting, one that she had started to grow more than a little annoyed from.
"Hmn~ y-yes... Mr Sadam, I am.... unavailable right now!" She bit on her finger, resisting the waves of pleasure and trying to sound reasonable while giving her smirking son a reproachful gaze.
Her mumbling did nothing but increase his lust, grasping her butt tightly, he held her in place as her hands rested on the sofa's headrest, thankfully enough, the walls were soundproof enough for the slapping noises to not be heard.
When had they reached this extent and forsook reality such? it didn't even matter if they were found the thrill just couldn't compare.
