Then… I heard the footsteps stop.
Chuff, chuff…
I knew they heard us…
BecauseIcould hear us.
A wetschick, schick, schick.
Not the wet slapping of two bodies fucking, since Giorgio’s pants muffled the noise –
But the sound of his cock moving in and out of me,schick, schick, schick.
Not to mention my muffled groans.
I was trying not to make a sound –
I wastryingto be quiet –
But this was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
I was still whimpering behind the hand clamped over my mouth.
As he heard my muffled cries, Giorgio smiled devilishly…
Clamped down harder on my mouth…
And began tofuckme.
HARD.
My orgasm, which had already been powerful, becamecrazy.
Overwhelming.
I just kept coming, and coming, and coming…
Higher and higher…
Because I knew that the stranger on the other side was listening to me.
Whoever they were, they werehearing me come.
Maybe a man who wanted desperately to be Giorgio…
Or a woman who wanted desperately to be in my place.
But whoever they were, they weren’t moving…
And they werelisteningas I climaxed over, and over, and over.
And then…
Giorgio came.
My eyes had already rolled back in my head, so Ifeltit before I knew what was happening.
His cock suddenly spasmed inside me, a brief pulse where he got bigger and then smaller –
