The batteries are gone… again; it always annoys his girlfriend.
There is a hum.
Venturing up the stairs, it was a growing, throbbing, rattling hum.
Bo-ah-o-warr-o-warr.
A whimper pitches an octave higher. His primal mind knows, stiffening his meat on tight sinews. It’s his guilty secret, his girlfriend’s hot flatmate, Tanya.
The wail of his girlfriend at the pinnacle of climax greets him. Bound, as heels dig in, arching and flailing, with her flatmate prising a noisy climax from her naked form.
He is rigid, and Tanya stares at his bulge.
“Get your kit off, Calum. She’s a handful tonight.”
