The boss' hammer part 3?

On the screen, his wife, Sara, was an entangled mess of long blonde hair and shaking limbs, bucking against a relentless ****. Her blindfolded face was contorted in exquisite agony and ecstasy, a guttural scream tearing from her throat, muffled only slightly by the noise-canceling headphones. “Oh my God, Jack! Yes! Yes! You’re so good! So big! Oh, yes, Jack! Don’t stop! You’re amazing, baby!” Her voice was a symphony of pleasure, praising him, loving him, convinced she was wrapped around his paltry four inches.

The camera, held steady by Leia’s unseen hand, slowly pulled back, revealing the full, monstrous truth. It wasn't Jack. It was Leia, his boss, her brunette hair a wild halo around a face split by a predatory smile. She was indeed “balls deep,” her monumental, fourteen-inch cock a glistening, pulsating column buried so far inside Sara that only the last few inches remained visible, disappearing into the depths of Sara’s tight, eager sex. Leia’s eyes, dark and knowing, met the camera’s lens, and by extension, Jack’s.

“I think she likes it, Jack,” Leia purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble that vibrated through Jack’s phone. “She really, really likes it.” Her hips began to withdraw, slowly, deliberately, pulling her immense shaft out of Sara’s slick, clutching embrace. A soft, wet thwop sound, sickeningly intimate, filled the sterile toilet space. Sara cried out, a sound of yearning, her hips tilting up, instinctively chasing the warmth.

Leia didn’t disappoint. As her enormous cock, glistening with Sara’s juices, slid free, she deftly lowered it, letting it swing like a fleshy pendulum before slapping it, hard, against Sara’s soft belly. Smack! The sound echoed in the bedroom, and on Jack’s phone. Sara gasped, a bewildered moan escaping her lips. Leia’s smile widened, a flash of white in the low light. Her cock, engorged and dark, spanned Sara’s entire torso, the tip reaching impossibly high, past her belly button, practically touching her ribs. Leia angled the camera, giving Jack a full, undeniable view of the impossible scale of it all. “Look at that, Jack,” she whispered, her voice laced with mock concern. “Think she can take it all?”

As if on cue, Sara’s hand, still trembling from her orgasm, reached down, exploring the slick, firm length pressing against her. Her fingers brushed against the latex sheath. A surprised gasp. “Jack?” Her voice was suddenly bewildered, a delicate thread of confusion weaving into her pleasure. “Why the condom, baby? You can cum inside me, darling. Please. I want you to. You know I want your children.” With a swift, practiced motion, she tugged at the base of the condom, pulling it down, off Leia’s cock, and tossing it carelessly to the side of the bed. It landed on Jack’s discarded shirt, a silent, damning symbol. “Fuck me raw, babe,” Sara pleaded, her voice thick with desire, unaware of the horror she was inflicting. “Nut me all night, please, I’m begging you.”

Leia’s laughter, a low, guttural chortle, followed. Her eyes, still fixed on the camera, sparkled with devilish amusement. “Well, Jack,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, a sly wink accompanying her words, “looks like your wife wants me raw. And,” she paused, letting the implication hang heavy in the air, “looks like you’re going to be a dad, Jack.”

With that pronouncement, Leia began her slow descent, the tip of her colossal cock pressing against Sara’s eager, open lips. Sara whimpered, a sound of pure anticipation, her hips rising again, begging for more. Leia pushed, inch by agonizing inch, re-entering the hot, wet embrace. Sara’s moan was a long, drawn-out cry of pure bliss, her back arching, fingers digging into the sheets.

The first position was missionary, a classic tableau turned on its head. Leia lay above Sara, her impressive weight pinning Sara gently into the mattress. Sara’s legs were wrapped high around Leia’s waist, her ankles crossed, pulling Leia even deeper. Leia’s enormous cock filled Sara completely, stretching her, expanding her in ways Jack’s mere four inches never could, never would. Every thrust was a symphony of squelching flesh and satisfied grunts from Leia, punctuated by Sara’s breathless gasps and **** pleas for more. Leia’s hips moved in a slow, circular grind, rotating her massive shaft within Sara, teasing her sensitive G-spot with relentless precision. Sara’s breasts, heavy and full, bounced with each powerful stroke, her nipples hard points of sensation Leia occasionally brushed with her chin, a possessive gesture that made Jack’s stomach churn.

“She’s so wet, Jack,” Leia breathed into the camera, her voice a low growl, her eyes never leaving Jack’s. “So incredibly wet. Every single one of my eleven inches still inside her is dripping with her need. Your four inches, Jack? They could never even touch what she’s feeling right now. Could never even begin to stretch her like this.” Sara, oblivious, cried out again, her hips rising to meet Leia’s next deep thrust, her fingers digging into Leia’s shoulders, leaving faint red marks on the tanned skin. Her body began to convulse, a shiver starting deep within her core, building to a crescendo. “Oh, Jack… Jack… I’m… oh, god, I’m cumming again! Again!” Her voice was a broken sob of pure pleasure, her body spasming violently beneath Leia, legs tightening, arching, her entire frame shaking as another earth-shattering orgasm consumed her. Leia simply tightened her grip on Sara’s hips, riding out the storm, her grin unwavering.

After Sara’s ripples of pleasure subsided, Leia shifted, expertly rolling Sara onto her hands and knees. The transition was fluid, practiced, as if they had done this a hundred times. Doggy style. Sara’s thick, round bum was presented to the camera, a perfect target for Leia’s insatiable hunger. Leia positioned herself behind Sara, her body pressing flush against Sara’s back, her huge cock sliding effortlessly back into Sara’s eager depths. The angle was explicit, showing every powerful plunge. Leia’s hands wrapped around Sara’s waist, pulling her back onto her shaft even further, burying herself to the hilt.