As the glass door slid shut behind the hotel staff woman, the Presidential Suite's moans and wet, filthy sounds continued to drift clearly over the frosted partition.
The noises acted like fuel on dry tinder.
Siobhan's breathing had already grown shallow. She pressed herself closer to Howard, her hand sliding down his chest and boldly palming the growing bulge in his trousers.
Howard responded instantly, his own hands roaming greedily over her body, squeezing her ass and pulling her flush against him.
The loud, throaty moans and hungry grunts coming from next door pushed them both into frantic motion.
Their hands moved with desperate urgency, slipping under clothes, stroking, groping, trying to chase even a fraction of the raw intensity they were hearing.
"Mmm…" Siobhan moaned as Howard's hands boldly gripped her breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of her dress.
