I sat on the old grey sofa of the common area, revulsion, and embarrassment crashing home as I felt my stickiness in my hand. What the fuck? Christina’s moans and Blaze’s grunts coming through the metal door reminded me of what had gotten me so excited.
The common room was undecorated and cluttered. It was a four-person suite that ended each hall. A sweatshirt slung over a chair there, and beer bottles lined the tables and even lay under the sofa.
Her screams and moans reached a crescendo with the metal squeaking from the bed and hard clanging against the brick wall. I turned, hearing the door open. First Blaze, wearing nothing, cock still semi-hard glistening in the low light, and then Christina. She looked like I’d never seen her before.
Usually perfectly groomed and put together, big large brown eyes and long straight brown hair. Christina’s bright red lipstick smeared, her eye shadow streaked down her face, her skin glowing from exertion, and a thick white glob dripped down the bridge of her nose, down her cheek and chin. She looked wrecked.