Muffled Moans Novels & Stories

I cry, but I am left without answers Suddenly we start hearing loud moans from inside. Moans that don't help my condition. The moans are accompanied with clapping and pounding sounds. Two people are clearly having sex. What the hell! They might as well bury me! Minutes pass like hours in the uncomfortable moaning, pounding, slapping and clapping sounds. Eibben under the other guard - whose name I do not know- are trying their best to be modest.

~Lyra~ “I can’t stay quiet,” I moaned, and it came out so fast, so wild, so fucking real I didn’t even try to stop it. “I can’t..I can’t..oh my God, Damon, I’m so loud..I can’t stop.. My hands flew to my mouth. Both of them. I slapped them over my lips like they could hold in the moans that were already trying to rip out of me. I pressed down hard, shaking, whimpering, my thighs trembling on either side of his face while his tongue kept moving, deep and slow and maddening like he was trying to lick me into insanity.

There it was. The sound I’d been waiting for. Soft. Barely audible. But unmistakable. A moan — not a surrender of the body, not a plea, but a small, human sound snagged between hunger and habit. It landed in the room like a stone thrown into still water, and the ripples mattered more than the stone itself.

She held onto the edges of the table tight as soft moans left her lips. Oh, it has been a while since I heard that moan of hers. It was music to my ears. She bit the side of her lips, trying to muffle the sound. It only made me more turned on by her as I increased my thrusts. I could feel her walls closing in on me. She threw her head back and, just as she climaxed, a moan escaped her lips.

The first moan that comes out of her is muffled against her own arm because weeks of apartment training have conditioned her to silence and I need to un-train that right now. I pull back and look up at her. “Don’t you dare cover your mouth.” Her arm drops to her side and I put my mouth back on her and this time when the sound comes it’s OPEN – a full-throated moan that bounces off the concrete walls and carries through the cracked door into the hallway, and I can hear the shift in the bar’s ambient noise as thirty wolves register the sound and file it under “do not interfere.”

I whispered seductively, moving down and sucking on her clit, twirling my tongue around it, moving down to plunge my tongue into her pussy once more. “Oh yeah, that’s it baby, right there… oh year,” she kept screaming continuously. I could tell that she bite her lip to stifle her moans, but it just wasn’t working as planned because her moans were getting louder and louder by the second. Good thing our room is soundproof, I’m sure that her loud moans can wake even the dead. She is having multiple orgasms and it is hitting her back to back, making her pant and moan uncontrollably, as she is squirming nonstop.

Robert moaned into my other ear, "You want to feel what's it like to have us breed you. You want to feel us coat your insides with our hot cum." I was being hit from multiple angles with them both moaning erotically into my ears, gripping my hard cock and balls, and groping my ass cheek. The overstimulation was making my brain foggy and making it difficult to speak. I finally whispered weakly, "No, I really don't."

He wanted to be above it all the time, the one that people looked up to. I bit my lip and sucked my tongue. It’s a habit that I can’t stop. I just naturally do it when I am annoyed, agitated, or infuriated. "You know what, Aregolli, you should stop calling me Mau. I’m not your screen partner anymore. I don’t see any reason for you to continue calling me that way. And I was umbrage because they took it all the time." Mau is the name of my character in our first film. And yes, we did a lot. For a year of being an on-screen partner, we rose to fame as people loved to see our tandem.

“These modern movies ehn… they don’t even have filter again.” But then the moans came again—louder, deeper. They didn’t sound like N*****x. They sounded like sex. Real, live sex. One of them moaned his name so loud I nearly dropped my bag. “Ethan!” My stomach clenched. Something hot and cold passed through my chest at once. I crept closer, every step heavier than the last. The closer I got, the more real it became. The bed creaked. The moans grew faster.

I moaned, the sound escaping from deep within me as pleasure and warmth from him intertwined. "Be gentle," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper, as he continued to explore my pussy, his hand moving around my pussy slowly as I couldn't stop moaning and groaning at the same time. his lips on my boobs and his fingers in my pussy made the pleasure intensified. “Uhmmmmm...” I moaned. My moans escaped in a hushed rhythm as Dylan's touch ignited a symphony of sensations throughout my body. "Oh......uhmmm" I moaned, my voice laced with longing as his lips and hands worked their magic in me.