There were many advantages that accompanied having a soundproofed room. For one, Camila can sing at the top of her lungs without worrying about disturbing her parents, getting complaints from their neighbors, or potentially having the police visit them as though she was throwing a really wild party.
Second, she can blast music from her speakers and dance along without a care in the world.
Third and last, she can make Lauren moan and scream her name while they had rampant sex.
It was only in the privacy of her room that they could be as loud as they want, without feeling uneasy every now and then and the absence of constant thoughts of possibly getting caught mid-coitus.
The third was most definitely Camila's favorite of all.
They used the disguise of homework and working on school assignments as an excuse to lock themselves up, which they did sometimes. But after they finished, they would wind up naked on the bed, both of them gasping and moaning while they fucked each other.
Just the thought of it got Camila hard in her pants.
It became increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation going on around the dinner table, because all Camila could think of was having Lauren below her or on top of her and riding her cock like there was no tomorrow.
While she moaned at how thick and big Camila felt inside her pussy.
The flirtatious winks and sultry smiles that Lauren discreetly flashed at her were no help in getting her dick to calm down, either.
Camila almost gagged when she felt Lauren's bare foot rubbing the crotch of her pants, causing the bulge inside to thicken. Her dads were completely oblivious to the indecency that was currently happening below their dinner table, and Lauren was laughing along with them as though she wasn't using her foot in teasing Camila to full hardness.
With a small huff, Camila drank all the water from her glass to push the food down her throat. Lauren giggled and pushed at the prominence in her jeans, which caused Camila to groan and unintentionally slam her glass on the wooden table.
This finally managed to grab her dad's attention.
"Camila, are you okay?" Alejandro asked, peering at Camila from underneath his glasses.
Forcing a smile, Camila nodded and croaked, "I'm fine, daddy. There's nothing to worry about."
Except for maybe coming in her pants if Lauren didn't stop rubbing her foot over her clothed shaft. Then they would have a problem in their hands.
Alejandro watched her for a little longer, and Camila held her strained smile until he was contented and turned his head away from her. Releasing a shaky sigh, Camila let go of her fork and chewed on her lip to contain her moans while Lauren continued her ministrations.
If this kept up, there was no telling if she would be able to restrain herself from fucking Lauren directly in front of her parents.
Just as she thought that the torture would never end, Lauren finally pulled her foot away, slipped it back inside her white tennis shoe, and flashed a sweet and innocent smile at her.
Lauren could be such a fucking tease sometimes.
"Alejandro, Sinu, could you excuse me and Camila? We need to work on a project for our Physics class," Lauren said politely, but Camila knew that her girlfriend can be the exact opposite if she wanted.
"Oh, of course, of course! Work hard, kiddos!" Sinu grinned and patted Lauren and Camila on the shoulder before they stood up.
"Good night, you two! Don't stay up too late!" Alejandro called out as Lauren grabbed Camila's hand and led her upstairs, as though she was the one living inside the house.
