She didn't.

"Lie back. I want to get on top," I heard her say.

"Gladly," Howard chuckled.

My heart was still pounding in my chest. She saw me, and instead of revealing me, Gloria wanted to continue? My mind was screaming at me to be done with what I had seen and leave, but my body crept closer and closer until they filled my vision once more and I swallowed.

Gloria was now straddling Howard, facing the door, but with her back to him, rolling her hips against his. I do not know if she knew that I was still there, but I saw a smile come to her lips. She began to rise upon Howard, before sheathing him inside herself, letting out a loud moan. "For God's sake Gloria! Shut up!" Howard groaned, running his hands up her back.

"It's fine, it's fine," she returned, adjusting her feet. "I'm sure he won't mind. Oh fuck me, fuck me Howard!" Shrugging, he bade her lean forwards to support herself on his legs with her arms before putting power into his thrusts. "Fuck! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Howard! Oh God yes! Pound it all the way inside me!" Her cries and the slapping of their thighs rang loudly in my ears.

"Where was that last time?" Howard grunted. "You know, I'm beginning to think you want Mr. McKay to hear us."

"Mmm...maybe I do," she purred, biting her lower lip and winking at the door. My breath was still, but my hand was not. Arching her back and throwing her hair over to the side, she looked over her shoulder and slowly began to rock back and forth, making Howard groan again, before cooing softly, sensually. "Do you like that Howard? Do you like watching your hard cock slide into my tight, hot pussy? Do you like it when I use long, deep strokes, letting every inch of your throbbing, iron pole make love to my dripping hole?" He groaned and nodded when she suddenly sat up straight, and moved with speed and purpose. "Or do you want me to fuck it hard and fast like this? Just let me take it however I want while you watch my butt bounce of off you?"

Reduced to nothing but grunts and gasps, Howard grabbed onto her hips and hung on for dear life while she bucked in his lap, like some strange reversal where the rider was trying to throw off the horse underneath them. I shuddered as I understood the true meaning of her words. She may have been speaking to Howard, but her questions were directed at me. My throat became dry as my release began to assert itself.

But so was Howard's. "Gloria, Gloria! I'm gonna, I'm gonna-"