My Husband's Boss Has a Huge Cock

I’m sitting there number-crunching with my hot little wife, Vivianna DeSilva, and the math says we’re fucked. Vivianna’s stress levels spike—she offers to get a real job—but I shut that down fast. I know how my boss rolls. Mr. Brickzilla’s got a special rule: wife-shares-your-way-to-the-corner-office. She gulps, then agrees like a champ. Night of, she steps out dressed to kill, chin up—until I drop the rumor that Brickzilla’s packing something that could split a safe. Cock comes out; it’s bigger than her forearm and midnight black. Her lips get pulled wide like taffy, but she powers through it, never quits choking and gagging like a trooper while her cute ass jiggles as a peace offering. When she finally shoves the thick head past those tight lips he grins, fondling the swell of her cheeks. Next his cock’s forcing its way inside the tightest pussy he’s ever hit, slick and gasping, and she’s bouncing on it topless while those perky pink nipples swing in his face. Then it’s doggy, hips slammed flat, palms spreading her soft ass wide, ruthless thrusts turning her honey hole to mush. He pulls out last second, lines up, and erupts—thick, hot ropes across her cheeks, chin, lashes. Best bonus round ever. Sixty to seventy-five percent sure I walk out tomorrow sporting a corner-office keycard.