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Oh, God, I wish they’d fuck more quietly! she thought.
On a Saturday morning, Linda Greer lay listening to the steady, rhythmic slapping of balls against ass, the slurping sound of cock against cunt, and the creaking of bedsprings protesting the shifting of bodies. The orchestration of sounds was rapidly turning her on, producing a quiver in her pussy and a tingle in her nipples.
As soon as I have enough money, I’m getting out of here, she thought. She’d get her own apartment, preferably a place with soundproof walls.
Hearing another moan from the bedroom next door where her brother and sister-in-law were fucking, Linda sighed with resignation. She slipped a hand down to her crotch, probed her middle finger into her pussy, and wondered when she’d have any peace.
Having recently arrived in town, Linda was temporarily living with her brother and his family. She was still single at twenty-seven, and Ron and Betsy Greer’s active sex life sometimes made her terribly upset with a combination of jealousy and frustration.
Removing her finger from her pussy-hole, she opened her hand and slowly massaged her crotch.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.