Asher meets Jean-Claude's gaze, smiling against Anita's skin as he strokes him, just how he likes it.
He gentles the thrust of his hips, in tune with Jean-Claude, slowing their movements until Anita is caught, desperate, driven mad by their hands, their bodies.
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He gentles the thrust of his hips, in tune with Jean-Claude, slowing their movements until Anita is caught, desperate, driven mad by their hands, their bodies.