Forbidden Desires
But he knows exactly what I’m trying to say like I knew he would.
“Moving to my knees, mate,” Tobias huffs, his back lifting off the mattress. Keeping me seated on his shaft, he manoeuvres his legs into a kneel while Banks sits back doing the same, still inside of me, still moving in those thick drives. My thighs are wrapped around Tobias’s hips and I’m writhing, working my lower body to bring him in and out of me. Banks is nearly coming undone behind me, brought to the brink by the brusque up and back tweaks of my hips. And now Gabe is standing on the bed to my left, approaching me with his erection in hand, bringing it to my mouth, where I’m aching to have it. Dying for the sense of comple