Novel & Cerita Loud Moaning

Everything seemed quiet outside and my mother’s voice had drifted farther. I would have bolted out of the door immediately if something didn’t stop me in my tracks. My ears strained, as if to confirm I heard right. It came again, this time louder. It was….a man’s moan. I traced the sound to the bathroom. The groan was louder, followed by grunted words. “Yeah, yes baby…yes” The source was on the floor, kneeling, his hands aggressively stroking his erection while he whimpered. The sound of morning from a p**n movie played in the background.

Lena woke up to the sound of moaning. It wasn't the distant, muffled noise of the party downstairs, which had finally died down to a low thrum of bass and occasional laughter. This was close. It was a sharp, rhythmic sound coming from right through the drywall of the guest room. She lay perfectly still, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs as she recognized the timber of the voice. It was a low, masculine groan that vibrated in the very air of the room.

Was someone seriously moaning? Here? In a fertility clinic? I pressed my hands over my ears, but it only made it worse... like the sound was crawling under my skin. And then I heard it clearer this time. Another moan. And... hold on... was that a man’s voice? You’ve got to be kidding me. “Who in their right mind...?” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. I tried to laugh it off. Maybe it was a TV? Or, oh Lord, was someone actually…? No. Don’t even finish that thought, Sienna.

"People moan when they're in pain, right?" "Sometimes. But I wasn't in pain." "Then why?" “You were moaning like this.” I leaned my head back against the cabinet behind me, letting my mouth fall open slightly. "Ahh..." The sound came out breathy and high. I let my head roll to the side a little. "Ahh... ahh..." Hilda's face drained of color. I dropped my voice lower, made it come from the back of my throat. "Mmm..." I let it drag out, then cut it short with a gasp. "Oh... oh..."

I couldn't hold it any longer as I moaned sweetly. "Ohh..my. goodness…" "Ahh jeez.yeah. please.." "Don't.stop.ah.hhhhhh" "It's.feels.so. good.. You.re..killing..me" I found myself screaming and moaning. I didn't even know how the hell those words got into my mouth, I just kept saying it. My moaning sounds were so loud I tried to close my mouth with my hand but he removed them telling me that he wants to hear them. He kept thrusting deeper and faster, increasing my moans.

SOLANA The hallway felt even colder, the marble biting through my thin nightgown as I pressed my ear to the door. The sounds had changed. No more wet cracks of bone. No more guttural grunts or ragged sobs. Only painful moans. My palm ached from pounding on the door, my knuckles raw. I had stopped screaming his name minutes ago. My throat was too hoarse, my tears too spent. Now I just whispered, over and over again, praying to the moon goddess.

We havent heard Louis moan for this long continuously. I come off his dick. His rock hard cock has a huge vein running down the side of it. It glistens in the light with my spit. He looks so engorged. I swallow the whole thing again and cup his balls I can tell Louis has his head tilt backwards because he lets a low guttural moan "He's good huh?" I hear Blake say with Louis' dick buried in my mouth "Oh.. my ...god" Louis moans out in that guttural voice as I massage his balls and tongue his shaft, still deep throating him "that thing he's doing with his mouth dude ahhhHH" He finishes his sentence with a low shudder.

I could hear him stroking his meat as it was very quiet on his end of the line. We sat on the phone moaning, stroking and flicking until we both reached the point of no return. “Mmmmm…..I’m….gonna…mmmmm…,” I moaned louder as I was about to explode. “Hmmphf…Come for me baby…mmmm…let me hear you…let it out baby for me…c’mon baby give it to me….hmmmphf…,” he said moaning and trying to hold his load.

“What do you mean, ‘sabong’?” The young man scratched the back of his neck this time. Yrah was tempted to ask him if he was allergic to something or needed flea powder. “You know, like a cockfight. Two roosters tearing away at each other until the other one can’t fight anymore. People bet on which rooster wins. A cockfight, doktora. This was just a circuit fight, not a big night. You’d know if it were a big night. So try not to worry, doktora.” He looked very ill at ease. “You might have nightmares.”

But just as I reach the top, a sound stops me. A low, muffled moan. Damian is home, probably watching p**n. Or touching himself. God, the image of him lying on our bed with his legs spread and touching himself makes me blush and smile as I move towards our bedroom. Then I hear it again, this time clearer. It is a woman’s moan. For a moment, my brain refuses to process what I’m hearing. It has to be a mistake. It's probably the TV. But I hear them again. This time, her moans are louder, clearer and desperate.