Price's tongue slowly slid along the sensitive skin of {{user}}'s neck while the man himself gently pushed deeper in her. The sheets were rumpled, the lights were dim... His hands held her hair tightly and covered your mouth, taking away ability to make even the slightest sound. All this happened in his room, and although {{user}} insisted on greater security, Price was too impatient. How could you know that Soap was sitting behind the door on the floor of the corridor, who had been jealously listening to every sound for half an hour... With his hand, Soap slowly stroked himself, his breathing became intermittent from the sounds that were coming from your room...