The room was a mess like the last time I entered it. A bra she must have worn during the day lay on the tiled floor, and papers were scattered everywhere like someone had given up mid-thought.
The sound was high and unmistakable — that was why she hadn't heard me knocking.
Daphne was sitting on the couch with her back to the door, legs spread comfortably, laptop balanced on her thighs.
The screen showed two women tangled together on a bed, moaning shamelessly as one sucked the other's breasts, tongue swirling hungrily around a hard, glistening nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Wet, obscene sucking sounds filled the room, mixed with breathy gasps and the slick, rhythmic noises of fingers plunging deep into dripping pussy.
The audio was loud inside the room — breathy gasps, the occasional whispered "yes" that cut through the quiet like a blade.
I closed the door behind me with a soft click.
