7.42 So Sensitive [M]

Inside the soundproofed room, restrained gasps and grunts reverberated through the air, heated in their intensity, interlacing with it were the wet squelching sounds that contained so much obscenity even without having to look. 

Moshe's eyes were glazed as his head lolled to the side, hands grabbing onto the anchor on the bedpost above his head for purchase. He was muffling the sounds he made by burying his face into the crook of his elbows, mortified by how loudly they echoed in his ears. His ears were ringing and his head was filled with curses toward this ungrateful pet.