Josephine whined and moaned increasingly louder as Raoul continued to thrust in and out of her. Her head tossed from side to side, her eyes wide instead of closed. As he increased his pressure and speed, she could tell he was holding back for her; and for that he wouldn't have to wait much longer. Josephine was slipping towards the brink bit by bit, and didn't hold herself back from falling over the edge. Her moan was nearly a scream, which was muffled by her hand again to keep from attracting unwanted attention. Surely anyone within a mile of the room could have heard her, or so she imagined. She was done in within a few seconds of her cry, this wave of orgasm more powerful than the last.