Muffled Moans Novels & Stories

“You heard me loud and clear, bitch moan!” Angela faked a moan but cried instead. “That is preferable,I love to see you cry…I love to make you cry.. now louder! Moan!” Angela moaned loudly again. “Spread your legs and I want to hear you moan to my tongue” She obeyed,and he went in again with his tongue. It felt so good a loud moan escaped from her lips, she hated it and covered her mouth with her hands,crying silently.

He didn't know what to say but the way Zach was looking at his lips made him think Zach already knew the answer. Suddenly, the phone lit up again with another call from Marcus. This time, Zach grabbed it angrily, stood up, and walked away to answer it. Noah was left alone in the quiet gym, his heart pounding, dealing with the frustrating ache between his legs.

breathe and moan. Don’t give a fuck about who might hear you... you are giving your own body what it needs and it is nobody else’s damn business. Yes, yes... make those fingers work, rub up and down all over your wet pussy, swirl over those soft moist lips, torture your rampant clit, slide that slender finger in deeper. Yeah, moan... and gasp... and reach for sexual heights you’ve never before dreamed of. Oh, yeah... go, girl. Let me hear you moan and gasp. Oh, fuck yeah. You’re doing so well, baby.

The sound was wet and sticky, and very noticeable in the quiet room. Her gasps turned into moans. The sounds emanated from deep within her chest, and as they passed through her throat, her vocal cords transformed them into broken, breathy sounds of “ah—uhh.” The moans echoed in her mouth for a moment, then spilled out through her parted lips. They bounced off the room’s walls, creating a faint echo.

The room fell silent, the only sound being the unmistakable groans of pleasure coming from the screen. "It won't turn off," he attempted to clarify, his voice breaking with embarrassment, anger, shame and regret, but his voice was drowned out by the loud moans reverberating from the video.

“What do you mean by that?” But he just jerked his head toward the back. “Warehouse. Last door on the right. Don’t make noise. He hates being disturbed.” I should’ve turned away. I should’ve listened to the screaming instinct in my bones. But love makes fools. And I was the biggest one. The warehouse smelled of steel and dust. My footsteps echoed as I approached the last door—the only one slightly open, yellow light spilling through the crack. And I heard moans, heavy passionate moans, wet skin slapping skin. Echoes of lustful whimpers, and groans of ecstasious pleasure, I recognize his voice, but I was still in denial, it couldn’t be it.

💦Silent Moans💦 The librarian’s footsteps grew closer. Mia and I froze between the tall stacks, my fingers still buried deep inside her soaked pussy, hers curled inside mine. Our breathing was ragged, hearts hammering. “Anyone back here?” the librarian called again, voice echoing softly. Mia’s walls clenched hard around my fingers, the danger made her even wetter, she looked at me with wild, lust-filled eyes and slowly started rocking her hips, fucking herself on my fingers without making a sound.

I froze, the carton of milk dangling halfway out of the fridge. For a split second, my brain scrambled for explanations. The TV? But no, I hadn’t turned anything on. Maybe I left my headset unmuted and a game stream was playing? I pulled it off my neck—silence. No. The sound wasn’t coming from electronics. It was upstairs. I stood there, carton in hand, pulse quickening, every nerve in my body straining to listen. The moans grew clearer the longer I focused. A woman’s voice. Soft, husky, with that unmistakable quiver of pleasure woven into every exhale.

Moan. His husky voice was enough to increase the wetness in her shorts as she let out an even louder moan. Xandar was ecstatic, and his manhood got even harder than it already was. He gave a gentle squeeze on the cheek of her butt as his lips traced her jawline, and Lucianne moaned in ecstasy and whispered his name. Xandar’s lips moved to her ear. “That’s it, baby. Moannn. Let me hear you moannn.” His voice and choice of words made her arousing scent rival Xandar’s.

burying into a woman with an unmistaken voice. Trails of sweat ran down his back as his body moved rhythmically, but there were no words spoken. Just Moaning, slurping, fucking.