Everyone reaches their peak

And in the next room, Natalie heard everything.

Natalie lay still for a long moment, her hand stilling to allow the aftershocks of her orgasm to fade into the soft thrum of her pulse. Her body was flushed and damp, her breath slowly settling. But the desire, or her bodies need, hadn’t left.

Because the sounds hadn’t stopped. She could still hear them. A slap of skin, breathy gasps, the girl’s high, theatrical cries of pleasure. And Aiden’s voice, low and rough, trying to maintain control.

Her phone buzzed against the sheets.

Still with me?

Matt again.

She blinked, eyes hazy, and tapped out a reply before she could question it.

Not done yet.

She hit send. She didn’t think about what she was writing. Just typed and sent it. There was no context other than the picture she’d sent and now she wondered what he was thinking. Her lip caught between her teeth.

Then, through the wall came Aiden’s voice again. “And turn around.”

Natalie’s breath stuttered as the heat flared under her skin, fresh and insistent. She didn’t think, as she started to move again.

Pushing herself up slowly, she sat at the edge of the bed, heart already racing again. The room was quiet except for the soft echo of the bed next door and her own shallow breaths.

Still not satisfied, she reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the most recent toy she’d used. It was slim, curved, and familiar in her hand. But as she wrapped her fingers around its small size, she hesitated. Her gaze drifted toward the dresser.

The other one. Longer. Thicker. Heavier. The one she hadn’t touched since that night with Lisa.

She bit her lip, hesitated, then quietly set the first toy aside. Getting up and crossing the room, she went to where her other toys were tucked away. Her hand closed around the bigger one, and something in her chest fluttered as she considered its size and the words from the petite blonde. She could hear the way the girl cried out from the other room. The way Aiden's bed slammed into the wall.

He wasn’t average. She was sure of that now.

Moving back to the bed, she crawled up onto it, and got onto her knees, then lowered herself forward over the mattress. Her chest pressed into the sheets, feet hanging just off the edge, same as she imagined the other girl was based on what she could hear. Face down, cheek to the comforter, she closed her eyes and positioned herself, knees spread, ass lifted, just like the girl next door.

One hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently. The other brought the toy between her thighs, the tip brushing over slick, sensitive skin before she angled it and began to ease it in.

She gasped at the stretch, wider, deeper than her fingers provided before. Her hips rocked slightly, adjusting as her body accepted the fullness.

And then she heard a sharp, unmistakable smack. Her breath hitched. Another, harder. Followed by a loud, needy moan from the girl and more words, Natalie couldn’t make out through her foggy brain. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

Natalie’s thighs tensed, her back arching as she pressed the toy deeper, the sounds from the other room alone were enough to send a pulse between her legs. Her mind filled in the rest with thoughts of Aiden’s hand, her skin pink and hot beneath his palm, her gasps as he praised her and did it again.

The rhythm from Aiden’s room became her rhythm now. Low, deep thrusts accompanying wet sounds. The sound of skin on skin, she couldn’t mimic. Moans rising. And of course, the spanking. Firm and rhythmic.

She moaned into the sheets, letting her body move in time with theirs. Her hand worked the toy deeper, her other squeezing her breast harder now.

And this time, she didn’t try to be quiet.

Both of Kim’s messy little buns had come undone now, her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders in damp strands. There was nothing playful left in her voice, no whines or theatrics. Just broken, breathless gasps as her body rocked with his, open and wrecked beneath him.

Aiden slid his thumb free from her, and she whimpered at the loss. Before she could even catch her breath, his hands were in her hair, grabbing the loose, sweat-damp strands that had fallen where the buns used to be. He wrapped them around both fists and pulled, raising her chest a little higher.

Kim cried out, the pull on her scalp was unexpected. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but that just fueled her. Legs trembling as he drove harder, dragging her body to meet every thrust. Her hands were pressing into the mattress to support her weight as he lifted her by the hair.

There was no resistance now. No pretense. She was lost in the moment, moaning, wild, and chasing every inch of him. Her words were reduced to helpless sounds that barely resembled language.

Aiden grunted, his breath coming in bursts. His grip in her hair tightened. He was close as her body was tightening around him again. He could feel her hot, slick cunt pulling at him, with her slightly bony ass slapping against his hips as he slammed into her.

Then, just for a second, he thought he heard something. Just barely, a sound from outside the room. I was faint and muffled, but he was pretty sure it was a moan. And it wasn’t Kim.

His brain barely processed it, but the effect was immediate. It hit him like a spark setting off a chain reaction, snapping his last thread of control.

He groaned, his jaw clenched tight, and slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep as his whole body locked up. He came hard, the orgasm tearing through him as he filled the condom, his fingers fisted tight in her hair, keeping her ass pulled flush to him.

Kim gasped at the pressure, her eyes fluttering as she reached between her legs with one shaking hand, steadying herself with the other. She rubbed herself fast and frantic, and came seconds later, arching beneath him. Her thighs were flexing to the point near cramping from their wide stance and the pleasure coursing through her. Her body twitching around him as she cried out into the room.

They stayed pressed together for a moment, both of them panting and sweating, her body trembling in his grip as his began to finally relax. He let her hair go gently, the strands slipping through his fingers.

But that sound, with no proof of what it was, lingered at the edge of his mind. Was it possible he imagined it?

Natalie didn’t slow.

The sounds through the wall had shifted to something rougher now. The girl crying out, voice wrecked and unfiltered. Aiden growling low, through each audible thrust, each movement punctuated with the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

She was already close again, still sensitive from before. The large dildo pushed her there fast with her body already on edge, and the nerves already primed. But it wasn’t just the toy, it was what she’d been hearing.

Something about the way the girl moaned. The tone in Aiden’s voice. And the steady smack that could only be one thing. He had been spanking her. Then that was replaced as by her meek protests of what could only be him sticking something in her butt. One of Natalie’s own newly discovered pleasures.

Natalie’s breath quickened, as her body was tightening. And before she could talk herself out of it, her free hand reached back, as her fingers traveled down the cleft of her own backside. She hesitated only a second, then pushed, one finger pressing past the resistance of the tight ring. The pressure a counterpoint to the fullness already inside her.

She gasped. The sensation was sharp, overwhelming her. Feeling it all at once, the toy, her own hand partially cupping her cheek as one of her fingers, then two, felt the pulse of it all through that thin, sensitive barrier. The toy sliding in and out, the individual channels clenching in response to the probes penetrating them.

It sent a jolt through her spine. And her mind fractured. The sound of Aiden’s voice, the girl moaning, Matt still waiting for her to get back to him, with only one picture between them. If he could see her now, on her knees, face down, her body spread and working both hands as she chased another high… what would he say if he knew how dirty she could be as she sought her own limits?

The thought tipped her over the edge.

Her climax hit fast and hard, a cry escaping her before she could stop it. This time it wasn’t muffled. Her cheek pressed into the mattress as the orgasm tore through her in tight, clenching waves. Her hips rocked forward once, then again, her body fluttering around the toy, her breath coming fast and unsteady. The arching of her back, hunching her hips in reflex, involuntarily causing her fingers to slip out of her back passage. Her hand clutched at her cheek in response as she gripped herself.

She stayed like that for a moment, gasping, pulsing, caught in the afterglow, when she heard it through the wall, Aiden’s voice, rough and ragged. A grunt, a broken breath, the slap of skin slamming home one final time. Then the girl’s moan, louder than anything before, helpless and high and unmistakably real.

It washed over her, thick with heat, like her own climax reflected back at her from the other side of the door.

Natalie shuddered, her body still twitching as the sound lingered in her ears. Slowly, she slid her hand away to support herself better, then withdrew the toy. Its length was wet, shining with the evidence of everything she’d felt on it.

She lay there, chest heaving, collecting herself.

Then she picked up her phone. Once more, no context, just the image.

She framed the toy, still glistening and laying discarded on the comforter, and snapped a photo – clearly in focus, utterly unambiguous.

She hit send.

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