He moved around, and had her down on her back as he slammed deep into her with a strangled grunt. Tip to base, right against her womb, hissing between gritted teeth.
A rough hand was suddenly clamped down around her mouth. His voice was low, firm. "Would you be so kind as to keep it the fuck down, princess?" He growled out. "Last thing wee need is the fuckin maids startin' a rumor." He hissed as he continued to torment her thighs.
He grunted and moaned lowly as the wet slapping grew louder. That was all she could hear now, actually. The music was still there, but the wet sounds had grown louder, along with his low moans.