"You're so tight," he grunted, picking up speed.
She moaned and screamed into the pillow, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. It was raw and animalistic.
At some point during their activities, they heard loud, angry banging on the wall from the neighboring apartment. A man's muffled voice shouted through the thin barrier:
"Keep it down over there! Some of us are trying to sleep! Have some consideration!"
Gloria froze mid-motion, her eyes going wide with embarrassed shock. Then she looked at Vogue, and they both burst into helpless laughter—the kind of pure, genuine mirth that comes from release of tension and the absurdity of the situation.
"We're being too loud," Gloria giggled, trying unsuccessfully to muffle her laughter against Vogue's shoulder.
"Let them complain," Vogue responded, grinning wickedly. "This is my apartment, and if I want to—"
