WARNING - Depiction of the Aftermath of The R*pe play is up ahead. If you do not have a stomach for such things, do not read.
John sat outside his bedroom with his back against the door the whole night as he listened to his wife and Skyla's moans along with the symphony of sounds that Amon created.
The sound of the bed creaking, the headboard smashing against the wall, the sound of wet flesh clashing hard over and over again. Everything was straight out of John's wet dream horror, which he couldn't turn away from.
Every time he thought it was over, it would start all over again. Amon was a monster in bed; he went on and on and on with his wife and Skyla.
Make the two women moan and cum over and over again throughout the night.
John's imagination ran wild as he could only picture what was going on inside his own bedroom on his own bed from just the sounds he heard.
It forced him to use the part of his brain that he rarely uses and derive pleasure from it.
