While I was in New Orleans, I worked for a week at Dixie Gyros. The owner was a very short, very round and very Greek woman. Her husband stood 7’8 and was at least 400 lb of muscle. He always wore exceptionally tight pants that put his monstrous phallus on display for the general population to see.
WOW my boss must have an incredibly loose vagina.
I used to go to work and picture infants crawling out of her vagina wearing tribal headdresses made from their own placentas and amniotic sacks. I used to sit by the dishes and imagine them coming out for a falafel and scurrying back inside like a pubic louse. The motion they would make in my minds eye was akin to a cichlid babies darting in and out of their mother’s mouth.
Him wearing tight pants did absolutely nothing for me. There is no way I want to touch a penis the size of a Pringles can. They did nothing for him either to be honest. Instead of making him look more like a man, or even remotely attractive, they made his wife look like a complete whore.
I used to wonder what his parents did with the foreskin, providing he was circumcised. Does he wear it as a hat or did they just throw it away? Perhaps it was used to make a lampshade.
The boss lady did indeed have a huge mouth but there is no way she could have performed orally for him. I noted she had a wedgie one day. It seemed to cling to about a yard of fabric. I suspect he may have gotten drunk a time or two and mistook one orifice for the next. They had a child, his impossibly huge cock had been in her twat at least once. What did he do? Hover over her like the Holy Ghost did the Virgin Mary and simply pray his seed into her womb? Not a chance in hell. That man probably pinned her down on their wedding night, broke her hymen, and made her scream like a slave being lynched.
I pictured her the week of her honeymoon plotting to kill him with a frying pan or steak knife to keep him from doing it again. I closed my eyes after a days work washing dishes and had dreams where she was wearing a long black veil in mourning of her girlhood labia.
I often wondered if her husband’s exceptionally large penis was the reason she was always so mean spirited and maliciously evil. Did he fuck her the night before and that’s why she always waddled like a duck?
She was always worried she would be raped as she closed the store. She always needed a man present. She did. I think the whole city of New Orleans has seen her husband and I think the whole city knows her pussy is not worth stealing after having been used for the purpose of procreation with such a giant.