Muffled Moans Novels & Stories

I heard a woman's moan in the distance. Confused, I narrowed my eyes. Curiosity drew me toward the continual moans. I needed to know what was happening. The moans grew louder and louder upon my approach. The sound of a vase shattering froze me in my tracks. I backed against the hanging curtain against the wall. When the moaning continued, I began my venture once more. The moans between the two individuals were sexy. You could hear the intense passion. It drew me in like a siren call.

His moans grew louder, shameless. “Fuckkkk—” Anna slurred, trying and failing to stay quiet. The pleasure was too much, tearing her apart. “Anthonyyy—” She sank her teeth into his shoulder to muffle the cry, body shaking as he pounded into her without mercy. “Fuck, Anna—I’m close,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “Fuckkkk—”

The moan that Annalia made was, to him, the most beautiful sound in the world. “Ahh! Ahh! Ohh! God, Adam! I beg you, please, please, and please! " Annalia pleaded with a whimpering moan. Adam let out a groan when Annalia pulled in her abdominal muscles, which caused his manhood to be compressed. Fuck! Adam pushes further, harder, and faster, to the point where he can already feel the trembling in Annalia's legs. “Adam! I'm coming! Ohh! Ohh! ”

Then I heard them. Moans. Low, guttural, like the whispers of men lost in their most private of pleasures. My hands clenched at my sides as the sounds wrapped themselves around me. They were familiar. Each one, a fragment of memory tied to a face, to a body I had once held in my arms.

A sound so raw, so unmistakably intimate, it sent ice through my veins. Moaning. Not just moaning, the sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, desperate, reckless pleasure. it is what I'm thinking or my mind is overthinking.......

The air seemed heavy, charged with anticipation I couldn't quite comprehend. As I approached Veronica's room, my heart raced in my chest. A mixture of concern and curiosity coursed through my veins. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Should I intrude on her privacy? Should I pretend I never heard anything? I froze in my tracks as I heard Veronica's moans echoing through the hallway. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but the sounds only grew louder and more distinct with each step I took toward her door. But then, I heard it again. A soft, unmistakable moan that sent a shiver down my spine. It was a sound that spoke of pleasure, of intimacy.

The feeling of his thick girth around my pussy is just enough to hit my folds and hit my G-spot and make me lose my wits. "Khein, Khein... Oh, Khein... Faster... Faster, please... Ah, fuck... Shit, oh, oh, ah! Ah! Ah!" I swear to God I have never moaned this loud before. I just don't know but whenever I am with him making love, my moans are getting louder and louder my throat is literally getting sore. Skin slapping, my wetness squelching, our moans surrounding the room, and the labored breathing were the only things that could be heard around.

She tried to hold herself from moaning, she was scared she sound horrible. Ethan was so filled with pleasure, he has never felt this way before, it was different, pleasurable as he thrust in and out of her. "Ahh...ahh...ah ..ah..". Ethan moan even louder. "Ah... ah... ah...hhhhh....hhhhh...hhh...ahhhh...". He grunt louder. Their voice suffocate the room with their loud moan. "Ethan...". Angelina screamed his name and pinned her fingers in his back while closing her eyes.

My moans came out broken and low. “Ahhh… ahhh… mmm… fuck… ohhh…” He fucked me, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Pleasure built in long, gradual waves. My moans vibrated through my chest, continuous and low. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the small room. “Ohhh… ohhh… I’m close… ahhh…”

“When you want to moan, you don't moan like a cock.” “And who the fuck told you I was moaning like a fox, hun?” I stared at her while she smiled at me. “It's okay, denial can be the best at times.” That was her last statement before she went to grab a drink from the fridge. “This is how you moan: ‘Hm... ugggh... oh... stop, fuck, I like that.’ You say it silently and seductively, not like a fucking pig!” I was sure I didn't sound like a fucking pig either!