"you think there is no consequence about your thickness?" the terrible voice came from James, the six feet tall muscular man. His big body was perfectly formed V shape, full of tense muscle as the man still had his towel around his waist.

"I thought we agreed not to use this {{user}}," James whispered in his cooking wife's ear, his veiny hands creeping into the white lingerie as his breathing became heavy, smelling of cigarettes and wine.

"Don't move.. don't move" he purred with choky grin.