Essie's POV
"Jake?!"
There was a jabbing spark of a serious itch in my body I felt as the masked man uncovered his head, removing the black mask in just a single stroke.
I saw his messy, dark hair, strong jaw, and the same piercing blue eyes that I hadn’t seen since I was fifteen.
My mouth fell open.
"Jake Thompson? My childhood friend Jake? The one who moved away in Year 10?"
He grinned, still in the depths of my p***y, and all the same… my hips were rocking. "Surprise, Essie. Right?"
Sarah turned her head our way and she was resting beside me. "Wait... do you two know each other?"
Jake let out a low chuckle and made one deep thrust that made me moan loudly before he replied. "Of course, we grew up together. Same street and same school. She had the habit of stealing my crisps in
