I can see her through the crack in the door. I hear muffled sounds from her breath, sheets rustling as she folds them aside, slight quirks from the tired springs in the old guest-room bed. Her bed-light casts a soft cold light over her skin as she moves slowly, trying to avoid making sounds, opening her mouth to breathe faster. Her hands wander, they know exactly where to go, what to do
I do the same thing. Looking at her, I grab my hard cock in the darkness of my room and my hand yanks it, my fingers smear the pre-cum over my swollen glans. She moves faster, louder as her fingers rub and when she comes my juice flows over my stomach and we gasp and grunt together, each one of us trying to be quite.
She turns out the light.
- Goodnight, she says softly under her breath.