Maybe it was her anxiety to achieve the score of Jason Bear or that she could hear Vegas and his companion playing all night that had her up. The sound of the girl moaning through the thin walls didn't help her drift off into dreamland ether. Their bed was right on the other side of the wall from hers and her very first thought was to blast a hole through the drywall and end the party and get some rest. But she tried to refrain from doing anything to draw attention to herself before the main task was completed and she scored the kid.
As she lay there, wild thoughts ran through her mind and wished that it were she who was making Jimmy's little one night pop-tart do all that screaming. She again entertained the idea of busting in, shooting Jimmy and taking his girl for herself, but that may not be the best idea at the moment she thought. Although Jimmy Vegas would be at his most exposed moment if she were to knock him off and take his woman for herself.
Still the girl reminded her a little of Kimba when she was in the heat of passion and Aurora found herself very much alone. She tried to tune the sound of the girl out but soon found herself slowly getting into it. Bringing her left arm up to lay upon her chest, Aurora cupped her left breast in her hand. She was not very large which made her profession easier for someone so active but just right for Kimba's loving petite hands.
It didn't take long before her right hand slithered down her torso and over her belly. She still had a little beer pooch there that bothered her but her hand didn't linger there for long. Slipping her fingers further down, she closed her eyes and thought of Kimba. The sound of the whimpering woman next door added to the whole illusion. Reaching her left hand up she slid it behind her head and removed the plain brown rubber band that held in her ponytail. Once loose, Aurora ran her fingers through her dark strands pretending that they belonged to Kimba as she turned her head from side to side with a soft sigh.
Her other hand found her magic spot and had her starting to squirm. The sounds of the other girl next door slowly faded away as her own passions consumed every fiber of reality. She could hear herself gasping for breath as her body wiggled over the bed. With her left hand now caressing her body in loving embrace, she could feel her skin tingle under her fingertips. Within a moment's time, the tough girl was crying out passionately in an overpoweringly display of femininity as her body trembled upon the bed. Gasping for breath, wheezing out of control, she lost herself within the moment.