Pah.
Pah.
Pah.
The sound inside the room was that of soft, rhythmic slaps.
"Hnmh~."
The sounds were constant and successive, one following the other, and each one audibly noticeable, accompanied by Elizabeth's weak and low moan.
Although she couldn't control herself enough to avoid moaning, at least she could control the volume, stopping herself from making too much noise. After all, the last thing she wanted was for the other two to hear the two of them. But she also admitted that this was extremely difficult.
She felt as if she were holding herself back somehow, as if she should be making a sound that matched the pleasure she felt, but that wasn't possible now. So she resisted the urge to moan loudly and kept her voice low.
In the middle of his thrusts, she also became aware of the fact that she was actually moaning — something that, in her understanding, was something men did, not women.
