'you have a job for me, I believe' She had liked his smile and his eyes. In fact everything about him had been so... so reassuring. He was about six f...ot tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans that seemed moulded to his body. Evelyn had quickly spotted the bulge at his crotch and had mentally criticised him, and all men who so displayed themselves. With that single exception though, she couldn't fault him. He had come back the following Wednesday afternoon. Obscured slightly by smooth lines of furniture design, her breasts undulate. Thick eyelashes trap light as it passes, shadowing her face. She looks down at the ground first, then flicks a look at her partner. Her hair descends to cascade in front of her face. Elijah goes to her. He parts her buttocks, rubbing his heavy cock against her flanks. Her face is no longer visible but she shivers, adjusting her feet. Elijah deftly aims his massive meat at her tight sphincter and she looks up.. “Swallow it boy” he said with a hard push. His full length penetrated into my throat, he held me there and slapped my face multiple times, then spat on my face and rubbed it around. He let me go and I gagged off of his cock, a big strand of drool hung from my chin as I gasped for air. Before I had time to catch my breathe he was in my throat again. He stood up and began to fuck my mouth like a pussy. It was so intense, I couldn’t breathe and was constantly gagging. He let out a groan and pulled. "Shirley said, "Hmm, now that is a nice picture. You really think she can take as much as I can?"Listening to them was driving me crazy. I had never heard anyone speak like that and it all concerned my vagina and me. It took me a long time to get that into myself and it look ed like Shirley took that size all the time. From their conversation, it was obvious to me that Peter must be as big as that rubber thing at least in the length. But no man could be as thick as that thing was. Shirley.