She twirled through another full rotation, glowing under his gaze, basking in his admiration. His eyes were burning into her like laser beams.

Clem stripped his clothing off, groping blindly at the fastenings, as he kept his eyes glued on her.

When Dolly saw what a monstrous prick he had, she stared back in every bit as much admiration.

The examiner had been blessed with a big cock, but it certainly couldn't compare with the colossal cock that was looming from Clem's loins.

His prick looked hard enough to jack up a car or to change a flat tire, the girl thought. She would have welcomed a cuntful of that lovely cock even if he wouldn't take a piece of ass as a down payment.

"Golly – what a prick!" she whimpered. "Think you can take it all, kid?" he asked.

"I can sure as hell try," she chirped.

She looked around the office. Finding no bed or couch, she moved over to the desk. That seemed fitting, anyhow, since she would be giving him some pussy in lieu of the paperwork down there under a more normal transaction.

The nubile girl slid onto the desk and perched on the edge, her feet trailing down to the floor, thighs wide open, and her pelvis tipped up.

Clem walked over, his cock jutting out. It was so long that when the cock-knob bumped against her knees, he still seemed to be at arm's length.

He slid his cock-head up the inside of her slim thigh and nudged it into her cunt-gash. He rubbed it around there, massaging her cunt-folds with his cock-knob. Her pliable pussy-lips were sucking hungrily on his prick-knob and her tense clit was throbbing on the slab.

"Stuff me!" she panted.

"Sure you can take it?" he croaked.

Clem was always conscious of how his wife squealed like a stuck pig and complained that his prick was too large for her delicate pussy and that he would stretch her cunt out of shape.

That never made sense to him, since he was her husband and if her cunt-hole was stretched to the shape of his marital prick, what was wrong with that?