Can't stop thinking about frotting with my fellow knight while inside someone else.
Standing with them between us, holding them up by their legs as we pump in and out. My brother in arm's hardness grinding hard against my own, squeezed together by walls stretched far beyond capacity. Our hands stay steady on our living sleeve, but inevitably our lips meet above their head. Lost in our desire we squeeze them even tighter between us and dig even deeper into them.
The new, frantic tone in their gasps and whines go unheard through our passion, and they're forced to simply endure the churning of their guts til we've been sated.













