I See My Boss's Impressive Cock.

It's swinging. It's easily twice, and maybe even three times as big as mine. It's difficult to tell from perspective, but twice is an easy call.

It literally swings. Not like the way mine pops out of my jeans, his flops out of suit pants. Mine pats against my leg, his smacks against it.

It's not just bigger and heavier and thicker and veinier.

It's blacker.

And something about that thought begins to twist my head and make it fog up. Before I know it, my hand is going to my cock and shoving into my hips like I'm going to pay him back for firing me just by cumming hard enough to show him...

And I realise this is exactly what my girlfriend talked about when she got mad at people before being with me.

I try to cool down.

And then he casually walks side to side, sweat drips down his magnificent, cut brown eight pack abs. His cock swings and smacks against his muscular legs as he turns and sits with legs spread against the couch.

He smirks at the camera.

"Hello Timmy."

His dick twitches. It's impressive.

"Admit it." He smirks. "You're impressed."

When Cindy is back, he swiftly grabs her and pulls her into him with his big, strong arms. She gasps and he easily overpowers her to push her against the coffee table, this time sideways over it, her ass exposed to me.

"Flat." He says, pushing her back down to arch a little. The way it makes girls hot in those pornos. "Just like that girl, kneel on all fours against the table there. Be a good girl. This is how we show your ass off the best. Good girl."

SPANK

I jump. I can't help it. His big black hand smacked against my girlfriend's jiggling ass cheek to make it wobble and shade in the shadow. She twists in pain, but it only shows off the redness more. "MMMM- f- fuck!" She winces, highly.