Eliza the lesbian, to fuck her girlfriend Cora

In the heart of the city, nestled within a cozy little apartment, Frank the Gigolo stood at the threshold of an extraordinary encounter. His average looks belied his extraordinary endowment, a secret weapon in his trade. Cora and Eliza, a striking pair, had been together for years, their relationship a tapestry of love and desire. But Eliza, with her short black hair and piercing blue eyes, had sensed a growing desire in Cora, a longing for something more. And so, she had taken the initiative, hiring Frank to fulfill Cora's needs, and to watch.

Eliza met Frank at the door, her gaze filled with a complex mix of resentment and acceptance. She laid down the ground rules, her voice steady and clear. "Give her a good fucking, Frank, but don't romanticize it. I'm the one she loves. Don't hurt her, and don't get any of your sperm on or in her. Once you're done, leave. And for god's sake, don't touch me." Frank nodded, understanding the delicate balance of their arrangement. Eliza led him to the bedroom, where Cora awaited them, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her green eyes filled with anticipation and a hint of apprehension.

As Frank began to undress, Cora's gaze was drawn to his enormous cock, a sight that left most women spellbound. Even Eliza, the steadfast lesbian, couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Frank approached Cora, his movements confident yet gentle. He took his time, ensuring she was ready for him, his cock slick with lubricant. Once he slid into her, Cora's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her body responding to his size in a way she had never experienced before.

Frank moved with a practiced rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through Cora's body. He changed positions, experimenting with what brought her the most pleasure. Doggy style, missionary, reverse cowgirl, each position eliciting a new level of moans from Cora. Eliza watched from the bed, her hand reaching out to grasp Cora's, her conflicting emotions clear in her eyes.

Cora's orgasms were like nothing she had ever experienced. Each one more intense than the last, her body shaking with the **** of them. Frank was careful to hold back, respecting Eliza's wishes. His balls ached with the need to release, but he had a job to do.

Once Cora seemed to be properly fucked out, Frank withdrew, his cock glistening with her juices. Eliza moved in, kissing and fondling Cora, her touch tender and loving. Frank watched for a moment, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction and sadness. He dressed quickly, his job done, and left without a word.

As he walked away, Frank felt a strange mix of emotions. He was used to being forgotten, a mere tool in the pursuit of pleasure. But he hoped that this time, things would be different. That Cora and Eliza would find a new level of understanding, a new depth to their relationship.

Back in the apartment, Eliza and Cora lay together, their bodies spent but satisfied. Eliza looked into Cora's eyes, a question on her lips. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Cora nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I did," she said, her voice soft. "But I'm glad it's over. I'm glad I got to experience it, but I'm ready to move on."

Eliza nodded, her own smile mirroring Cora's. "Me too," she said, leaning in to kiss her girlfriend. "Me too."

And so, Frank the Gigolo left behind another satisfied customer, his job well done. But this time, he left with a strange feeling of accomplishment, a sense that he had helped mend a relationship rather than destroy it. And as he drove away into the night, he couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, he had found a new purpose in his unusual line of work.

In the quiet of their bedroom, Eliza and Cora lay together, their bodies entwined. Eliza looked into Cora's eyes, her heart full of love and hope. "I love you," she said, her voice steady and sure. Cora smiled, her green eyes sparkling in the soft light. "I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with the same love and hope.

And as they lay there, in the quiet of the night, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together. They had weathered the storm, and they had come out stronger on the other side. And in the end, that was all that mattered.

In the dimly lit room, Frank's shadow loomed large for a moment, a silent reminder of the unusual night that had passed. But as Eliza and Cora turned to each other, their love burning bright, Frank's shadow faded away, replaced by the warm glow of their love.

And as for Frank, well, he had a job to do. Another client, another need to fulfill. But for now, he could enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done, and the knowledge that he had brought pleasure to a woman, and perhaps helped to save a relationship.

In the end, Frank was more than just a gigolo. He was a catalyst, a facilitator of desire and pleasure. And in that cozy little apartment, he had done his job, and done it well.

And as for Cora and Eliza, their story was just beginning. A new chapter filled with passion, desire, and the knowledge that sometimes, to truly love someone, you have to let them go. Even if it's just for a little while.

AN: Patched together all three outputs that the AI gave me to get at the best version, but everything is AI's words.