"I think your roomy is waking up." The brunette whispered in a panic. Her head up and turned.

Rachel opened her eyes. Looking at Maggie's back "She jus' moved in her sleep. Keep going," annoyed at the break. Rachel grabbed the back of the brunette's head and pushed it back into her yearning flesh.

Laying there in the dark Maggie could hear the shallow, staggered breathing of the couple. Quiet wimpering and soft licking beneath that. After what seems like an eternity of squeaking bed springs and lustful moans, the room's small window air conditioner kicked on. It's buzz drowning out the sound of flesh on flesh and began cooling the room which had now filled with body heat and the thick smell of sweat and c**t. As she lay there about to fall into sleep Maggie realized the scene in the tiny room shouldn't have come as such a shock.