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And he has undeniably gorgeous quads

He’s in me

He’s in me

“Kits,” I cry “I…”

“You what?” he breathes close as he rocks, his hand on my hip Banks hoists my ass up more, and Akara hits a deeper spot I see stars

“You can’t handle it?” Kits breathes; his voice is literal sex “You want more?”

All I can do is nod Such a goner of fucking pleasure Akara is a dreamboat

Banks whispers in my ear how beautiful I aoing to him Because fuck, his words are shots of adrenaline

I want more

In and out Akara fills ain, this ti the tempo His pace, his rhythm is hypnotic

As I buck up against his chest, Banks tightens his grip onMy body trembles from the friction, and I cry out, “Fuck!” The intensity, the way they’re consu me—water drips from the creases of my eyes

Banks makes a heavy noise

Akara groans, “Sul You’re so fucking wet” Arousal flexes his muscles “You feel how hard I am?”

I feel him

I feel him in more ways than one

“I’” He sits uphirab the tub, and he rests my palm on Banks’ other bicep

I hold on

Banks nips le my toes, I’ll never understand

I want to tell theood Banks feels But I can’t forht with ne sensations that overtake my other senses

Warmth

So much warmth

A need burrows in ain, this one ht “You want to come?” Akara asks

I nod

He stops thrusting to kiss ently And then he says, “Words”

“Please…” I squirm in their hold

“Please what?”

“I…need…”

He pu rhythm

I cry out again “I…I can’t…”