Harry’s moan was music to her ears. She had always loved to hear it. Its low timbre hit her in ways that she couldn’t describe and today was no exception. She had let the strings go slightly but pulled them tight as she had Harry straddle Dreams chest and grasp his hair. From her position she could watch as Harry fucked into Dreams mouth. The taught muscles in his legs flexing as he pushed in, one hand resting on the backboard of the bed.