That’s how I see it. Unless, of course, one spouse doesn’t want some strange of their own, and they’ll change their tune fast when they meet Lil...th, for instance. Or Becky, for that matter. These are my consorts, the Queens of Hell. Trust me, James ... you’re gonna want Lilith’s or Becky’s legs wrapped around your neck or your waist ... all of your reservations, fears, doubts, insecurities, superstitions, etc. will all fade once you’ve experienced the pleasures of taking on a succubus!” I. Jon began to stroke the inside of my thigh, more towards the knee than my groin. It didn’t matter, it was just so thrilling to have another man touch me with the sole intention of penetrating every part of my mind and body. Within about two minutes my mustard coloured trousers developed a considerable wet patch as my unbearably erect cock oozed a lot of pre-cum through my boxers. “And I didn’t even touch it!” Jon added with a mischievous smile, rubbing his fingers in it and knowing precisely. Jones was standing between my legs, naked. We are sick and tired of all the teasing it is time for you to pay the piper. He moved closer to me, his hand reaching down, slipping a finger into my sex, working it in and out I could feel my body betraying me as the moisture flowed, then without a warning he was driving his cock into me. He pound into me and soon I was moaning in pleasure. One of them pulled the sock out of my mouth and I felt Mr. Walters place his hands on my breasts, toying with. I slid down to his pants and my hands went to unfasten them desperately. Then I felt his hands on mine stopping me. I looked down at him, confused. He shook his head. Johnathon then sat up and looked at me, leaning into me. Kissing me and slowly pushing me down so that I was now on my back, under him. How urgently my arms desired to touch him, how hot my body felt as I felt his crotch over mine and his eyes penetrating me with a fiery desire that indeed mirrored mine. His hands reached down.