"Not gonna be able to hear you much, mate. Just do your thing and we'll see if I like it," Paul said and you laughed at your husband's easy dominance. Leaning forward the handsome giant placed you in front of his balls, which to you were each the size of a house. Squealing with delight at the idea of his enormous, hairy ballsack sagging down on top of you, you sprinted towards it, almost diving at the sack containing them, licking and kissing them for all you were worth. You heard the booming, Lancastrian voice of Paul fill the room; he was moaning with pleasure. "Shit, keep doing that, mate!"
You obliged your giant lover, massaging the hairy sack and enjoying their distinctive smell. You saw Paul stretch and clench his robust thighs; you had marvelled at their size and power ever since you met him, but now they were truly ridiculous, like office buildings to you. They cast twin, gorgeous shadows upon you. The sigh of satisfaction that came from above you really turned you on; it amazed you that you were able to do this to Paul even at this size.
You looked up and watched with great satisfaction as Paul's cock began to elongate, growing larger and larger. You watched with awe, briefly stopping what you were doing. "Don't stop!" came the command from above, barked loudly, aggressively, and you squirmed with pleasure as the jocular, confident Paul assumed dominance. You didn't want to disobey him so you redoubled your efforts, and your acquiescence only served to arouse Paul further; the dick grew still larger.
Now his huge hand appeared. You thought for a moment he would grab you, perhaps pressing you into the balls or his cock, but no - he simply began to slowly pump his penis back and forth; you heard Paul's steady, laboured breathing and lay down, moving under the ball sack almost like a mechanic as you licked it and kissed it from below. "Fuck!" cried Paul as his other hand appeared, darkening your surroundings even more. Now it did approach you, pushing down the balls into your face, smothering you in the skin and sweat. You massaged them, kissed them, humped them, the fleshy sack around you on all sides. Though you could no longer see it, you could feel Paul wanking more aggressively now, the giant grunting with intense pleasure. The balls began to sweat more, but soon the hand pressing them down on you left, giving you a little more air to breathe.
You felt yourself growing closer to climax, such was the raw eroticism of the situation. Even after being together for so long, your huge Man of Steel could still drive you crazy even under normal circumstances. Now he was magnified hundreds of times, and, fittingly, so was the arousal. Climax seemed imminent and inevitable...
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