The smell of s*x filled the hallway over powering the aroma of the roses that the Omegas and servants were replacing. Every person that passed by Wallace's office door flushed crimson at the moaning, gasping, and pleasure filled cries.
Pinned against the wall, legs spread wide in the dim room, Anne shook helplessly in Wallace's arms as he rammed his manhood into her hungry dripping p***y like there was no tomorrow. The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathings and skin slapping, as Anne begged and called Wallace’s name.
It was the most erotic position that she was experiencing for the first time. The dirtier it was, the more pleasurable she found it. That was the reason her moans were louder than ever when she released on Wallace's c**k that was buried within her.
“AHH…
