Connor grunted two nights ago as he pistoned atop Faye, his hips colliding with hers with a meaty smacking sound, both of their bodies slick with sweat and their muscles quaking together. The mattress had been stripped of most of its sheets and covers as they had twirled upon it, and now it was bare against her back. Faye rolled her eyes. She’d heard that one before. What would she do with it, put it on the mantel with the others? Perhaps mount it on the wall? How stupid the offer sounded. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She pulled his body down onto hers. He felt amazing inside her, his skin sliding across hers, but what really elevated the titillation of the whole encounter was the couple in the apartment across the way, taking turns watching them fuck in front of the balcony door. She could see them—too far away to make out any of their details, a bug in a window with a telescope proboscis pointed their way. She made her best porn face in their direction and then stared directly at them.
