You are left sleepless by the paper-thin walls in your room; the obscene noises keep you up for hours. The cries of "Yes Miguel" and "Just like that, daddy" echo throughout, haunting your ears and distracting you from getting any sleep. His endurance seems superhuman, as the woman in his bed continues to wail. Miguel's low voice ripples through the walls of your bedroom, causing a flood of heat to pool at the base of your stomach. His words, drifts through the air Hermosa.. He murmurs lowly.