Shaun slammed into John’s body with the same irresistible pull he’d felt twice before. One second he was crushed against John’s chest in Tasha’s skin, and the next he was looking down at her through John’s eyes.

Tasha was still pressed right up against him, tits mashed to his new broader chest, her bare arse cupped under the cold hands that were now his. Her T-shirt was scrunched up under her armpits. Her thighs shone.

The thick, musky smell of her earlier orgasm filled the narrow space between them.

John’s cock was already half-hard from the sight he’d walked in on. Shaun felt it twitch and thicken fast, trapped against the soft, wet heat of Tasha’s lower belly.

Tasha’s eyes flickered and she blinked up at him, dazed. Her pupils were like saucers. A confused little sound escaped her throat.

“John…? I-I don’t know what just-”

Shaun didn’t let her finish.

He didn’t give her a chance to rationalise the situation.

He spun her around, shoved her face-first toward the bed and bent her over the edge. The oversized T-shirt rode higher, her pendulous breasts swinging out from underneath. That ludicrous, heavy arse was right there, still marked with the fading red print from when he’d slapped it while wearing her. Her pussy was visibly soaked, the dark lips puffy and glistening, a thick strand of slick connecting her inner thigh to the other.

Shaun shoved John’s jeans and boxers down just far enough. The heavy cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking. Tasha’s legs spread instinctively. Shaun lined up and drove into her in one brutal thrust.

Tasha’s scream was half shock, half pure involuntary pleasure. Her cunt was tingling and absurdly wet - her senses still flooded from the orgasm Shaun had forced out of her minutes earlier. The squeeze was tight enough to make John’s knees go weak.

“Fucking hell” Shaun growled in John’s deeper voice. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, watching the thick shaft disappear between Tasha’s fat caramel cheeks.

“Look at this messy little cunt. You’re dripping like a broken tap, ya slut.”

Tasha’s fingers clawed at the sheets. Her voice came out high and shaky.

“John—wait—I was just— I don’t know why I’m so—oh god” Another hard thrust punched the rest of the sentence out of her.

Shaun reached underneath her, found one of the pendulous …