Another sharp slap landed on her ass, the sound loud enough to carry through the wall. A bright red handprint bloomed on her skin, the mark of my claim. "Aaaaaah! Yeah... Hit me harder, baby! Fuck—!Aaaah! Aaaaaaaah!" Emily cried out, her voice muffled against the wall but still loud enough to carry.
"You slut," I growled, my fingers digging into her hips as I pulled her back against me, my cock already rock-hard and pressing against her ass. "You love this, don't you? Letting your ex hear how much of a whore you are for me."
"Yes! Yes!" Emily moaned, her voice breaking with need. "I love it! Make me scream! Make him hear how good you fuck me!"
And then—a thud from the other side of the wall.
Victor's furious snarl cut through the thin wall, his voice a muffled but clear "Motherfuck! Can you be quiet?!" followed by another bang as his fist pounded against the wood. His frustration was palpable, his anger vibrating through the flimsy barrier between us.
But I didn't give a damn.
