Take Phoebe against the door

In response I step up to Phoebe, grab her ass and lift her up to me. I say, “You better make it a night that gets me hard every time I think about it.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, and puts her forearms on my shoulders. “Oh I definitely will.” She pulls my hair and brings me into a passionate kiss. Her tongue swirls against mine.

I spin and pin her up against the bedroom door. On the other side of the door, my wife is about to be fucked by the biggest cock I’ve seen in person. I can’t deny that it turns me on—makes me ravenous. I have to have Phoebe right here, right-fucking-now. I want her husband to hear her moans. I want my wife hearing Phoebe’s small body banged against the door.

With her pressed against the door, I reach between our bodies, and undo my pants. I grip my hard cock and run the tip through her slit. My head comes out slick. She’s ready. I lower her hips, and penetrate her.

She’s so slick. I push as deep as I can into her. She’s moans loudly, “Yes Chandler. Finally.”

She clings to me. Her arms and legs grip me tightly. I push her harder against the door with every thrust. Bang. Bang. Bang. I want us to burst through the door with our sex.

If the banging on the door doesn’t make it obvious that we’re having sex, Phoebe’s moans do. They’re obnoxiously loud in my ear. A high pitch “AHH!” follows every deep thrust inside her.

Bang! AHH Bang! AHH Bang! AHH!

I can’t fuck her hard enough. This position isn’t giving me the leverage I want. I need to be deeper in her!

I turn from the door: still carrying Phoebe still buried inside her. Where do I want to take her? The couch? The floor? The coffee table?

As I’m trying to decide, the door to the opposing bedroom opens, a voice says, “Can you keep it down? Ohmygod.”

I guess they didn’t expect to see me 5 inches deep in Phoebe.