He had broad, powerful shoulders that tapered in a defined and well-cut ‘V’ to a narrow waist, and thick, powerful thighs and calves. His ass musc...es were square and appeared to be rock-hard, as if he could crack walnuts with them, and they bunched and tightened each time he thrust his thick cock into my wife. His knees were about eighteen inches or so apart, and swinging back and forth between his legs with each thrust was the biggest set of balls I’d ever seen, suspended low in a bulging,. “– climax together. I wanted to climax with them.”“Do you know what you deserve?” he questioned his wife.“Yes, Sir. I do, Sir.”“You’re no better than that slut, Melissa.”“No, Sir.”Mrs Evans’ mind was screaming with pleasure, he had caned her bottom which always made her close her eyes in expectation. She could feel the heat spread around her nether regions and she could feel her pussy drip onto the floor beneath her. But the suggestion that she was no better than Melissa had her panting with. .." Focus," Demie warned."Right. When I saw your friend, in so much pain, I couldn't help myself. And then you..." Tillie looked at me wistfully. "You're so full of energy." He is, at that," Demie said, giving me a wink, "but he's taken."Thoughts were bouncing around inside my head. Tillie homed in on mens' regretful past loves, becoming that person and taking her victims' desire and life energy. "You don't have to take all of a man's energy, right?" Right, like I would do on the street; some. An emoji, a good morning or anything. But her screen was blank. It was too much to hope for that he would contact her again. Susan was continually horny now. All she could think of was his beautiful cock and how deep he drove it inside her. She need more. In an act of desperation she messaged him. To her surprise he messaged straight back.‘Sorry babe. Lost your number. Glad you messaged me. Great being with you the other night. Wanna meet up?’ Susan smiled. She knew he hadn’t lost.