Meanwhile, for Freya and Alana, who were in no way related to the two people having a go in the next room, they appeared to be drawing closer to giving in to the pleasure wafting in the air. The heat storming out of them.
Freya, who had actually been heavily repressed, could not help but shift closer to the person laying down next to her.
She gulped before she reached her hand out.
The heavy breathing coming from Alana could be heard perfectly despite the persistent cries from Ayra and the erotic, provocative sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Alana had had her eyes tightly closed, trying to dispel the effects of those forbidden sounds but to no avail. She had the power, the ability to make the sound go away, but for some reason, she did not cast that spell.
