NO SUGARCOATING!

She reaches for her pillow and places it against her ears to suppress the moans.

"Yesss!" Juliet's scream suddenly penetrates her eardrums, as if she were lying beside her, pushing through the pillow.

She sighs helplessly and tosses the pillow so far away. Her nipples are rock hard now and her panties are soaked. Her juices are almost dripping down her thighs and the scent of her arousal is filling the air.

"Yes, Lucien. Yes, baby. Yes!" Juliet's moans resonate once again.

"Bitch! Can't you lower your voice? Must you make everyone know you're getting screwed so hard? Huh? It's late! I need to sleep!" Brianna roars and stomps on the sheet.

She tries to coarse herself to sleep, but when that fails, she climbs out of bed, sprays perfume all over her body to mask the scent of her arousal, and walks out of her room, unconcerned about changing her already wet pants. It will dry before she's back. She believes that. All she has to do is distract herself. Yes, that will do.

She goes straight