Chapter 115 Listening

• The mattress springs groaned and creaked in time with Douglas's frantic fucking, sending a shrill, metallic ring through the thin walls of the house. He didn't build up to it, Douglas drove into Martha with all the jagged, feverish intensity he'd exhibited in the shower a few moments ago.
• He drove tirelessly into his wife’s cunt.
• Martha gasped, her nails digging into the duvet as she struggled to get a grip, her headboard smacking against the wall in a rhythmic beat. "Douglas, God! You are hitting the right spot!" she cried, her voice half-pleased, half-confused, but he couldn't hear her through the haze of frustration.