On the adjacent balcony, Siobhan was pressed against the frosted glass partition, her palms flat on the cool surface, breasts heaving as she tried to feel every vibration coming from the other side.
Each powerful thrust sending faint but unmistakable shocks through the partition.
She could almost imagine the force, the depth, the raw dominance behind every stroke.
The loud, broken screams of pleasure from the woman next door — "Ahh—! Sir…! Harder—!" — pierced her like arrows.
Jealousy burned hot in her chest.
'How good she must be feeling to be screaming like that…' Siobhan thought, her thighs slick and trembling with raw envy. She had never felt this jealous in her life.
That woman was getting ruined in exactly the way Siobhan had always secretly imagined herself being taken... raw, deep, and completely dominated.
