You’re not sure if they’re genuine or if she’s forcing them out for your benefit. Either way, each one makes your internal organs shake.
In the brightly lit room, there was your gf on all fours, back arching.
In the hallway, people walk past. Most are drunk. Most look at you, confused, sad.
Eventually, it reaches a crescendo.The noise increases, speeds up, gets louder. Then it ends.
Quiet.
She’s laying on the bed, bare chest heaving