Desmond's heart tightened with a mix of emotions. He didn't see that coming. The trip was becoming a disaster. He didn't plan for all these. This was becoming his worst business trip in his life. First, he lost the auctioned company; now his ex-wife was getting drilled in a room opposite his. He threw off the covers and got out of bed, his bare feet padding softly on the cool floor. He needed to be sure if it was actually Anabel.
He approached the door, his ears straining to listen. The moans grew louder. More intense.
Desmond's imagination ran wild, conjuring images of Anabel and the stranger together. Their bodies entwined, their passion palpable. A wave of jealousy washed over him, threatening to engulf him. Desmond felt like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. He couldn't breathe well. Couldn't think.
All he could do was stand there, listening to the sounds that seemed to slice through his very soul.
"Yes, baby! Just right there! Harder! Harder! Show me what you got, baby!" The voice was becoming louder. Desmond began to have double thoughts. Anabel never screams this way whenever they are having sex. She never talks dirty. Though the voice wasn't loud enough to confirm if it was actually her.
The moans reached a crescendo, and Desmond's eyes clenched shut. He couldn't take it. Storming back to his bed, he threw himself onto the mattress, burying his face in the pillow so he could mute the voice.
Why was he torturing himself? He didn't have to. He hates Anabel already. Why are the moans hurting him? Anabel had clearly moved on, and he needed to do the same.
But as he lay there, Desmond couldn't shake off the image of Anabel with the man. The thought seared his mind, refusing to let go. He tossed and turned, his mind reeling with questions. Was he her man or just a random client she's offering services to? Was she really a prostitute?
For more than ten minutes, the moans never stopped. He picked up his phone and decided to call Daniella. At least it will keep him distracted from the unending moans.
He called her, but she didn't pick up. He called her again, and she wasn't picking up.
"Maybe she's asleep." He thought and dropped the phone. Who could tell him that it wasn't actually what he thought? Who could tell him that Daniella was awake and she was busy? Who could tell him that she actually saw his call but was too occupied to answer him?
On the other side, Daniella was bobbing her head up and down, sucking Leonard. She had seen the call and ignored it.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm." She moaned around the hard shaft. Sucking it and tasting it. Feeling the large member slide wetly from her mouth, then slide easily into her mouth and down her throat.
She began to pick up speed, sucking Leonard for all she was worth. She was enjoying this so much. She bobbed up and down faster and faster. Holding on to his hips for support. She wanted to squeal with pleasure, but the dick in her mouth wouldn't let her. All that escaped was a muffled moan. Sucking him harder and harder, she was determined to make him cum down her throat.