A French couple was having LOUD sex.
The echoing hallway amplified her every call of pleasure as she attempted to share her experience with every willing ear throughout the Guesthouse.
The echoing hallway amplified her every call of pleasure as she attempted to share her experience with every willing ear throughout the Guesthouse.
It really did sound like she was having great time as opposed to the poor performance I heard from last night1 – where a person, whom I think was black from his accent, got in the pants of a cute sounding woman. In that instance, a two hour flirting attempt ended in a rather anti climatic two minute performance. They finished as I thought the woman sounded as if she was just getting started. So much for the rumours about black guys in bed. Weak.
But this French girl had already exceeded two minutes of moaning. Her screams got louder and more shrill.
Suddenly I hear a knock and the accent of the guy from the front desk. Apparently I was not the only person in the Guesthouse whose eardrums pounded from her porn star worthy performance.
If you lived here, you would know he watches with an Eagle eye, who has paid for their day’s accommodation.
He interrupted them to say “if you haven’t paid for the night yet, you can’t have sex!”
#LOL
That was the end of that performance.
- They woke me up by clumsily moving furniture in the room and pounding the wall five times. ↩