The evening news flickered on the TV, the anchor’s voice steady as she detailed the arrival of African refugees in the community. Ellie sat curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, while Tom sat beside her, absently scrolling on his phone. The story tugged at something deep within her—a mix of empathy and curiosity. The refugees were in need of temporary housing, and the local charity was appealing for hosts.“Tom,” Ellie said, turning to him, her voice soft but insistent. “We have that spare room. What if we offered it to one of them?” Tom glanced up from his phone, his brow furrowing. “I don’t know, Ellie. That’s a lot to take on. What if it’s awkward? What if they’re… I don’t know, weird?” Ellie rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but smile. “They’re refugees, Tom. They’ve been through enough. I think we can handle a little awkwardness.” A few days later, a catalogue arrived from the charity. Ellie eagerly flipped through the pages, each one featuring a photograph and detailed information about the refugees. It was supposed to help hosts provide appropriate clothing and accommodations, but Ellie couldn’t help but notice how… detailed the measurements were. Height, weight, waist size, in-seam measurements… and then there was the last column: “Appendage length (inches).” Her eyes widened as she scanned the numbers. Most of the men listed measurements well above what she was used to—far above. She felt a pang of guilt as her gaze flicked to Tom, who was sitting across the room, oblivious. He was a good man, kind and loving, but his 4-inch appendage had always left her… curious. Her heart skipped a beat when she landed on Malik’s page. The photo showed a man who seemed to radiate raw masculinity. At 6’5”, he towered over Tom by a full foot. His muscular frame was evident even through the simple mesh running shorts he wore in the photo. And then there was that measurement: 9.75 inches. Surely that can’t be right, Ellie thought, her cheeks flushing. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the photo, her gaze lingering on the noticeable bulge in Malik’s shorts. “Ellie, are you even listening to me?” Tom’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she quickly slammed the catalogue shut. “Sorry,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “I was just… thinking. Tom, what if we took in Malik? He’s from Ivory Coast, and he’s been through so much. I think we could really help him.” Tom hesitated, his brow furrowing again. “I don’t know, Ellie. I was thinking maybe we should take in a woman. It might be less… complicated.” Ellie’s heart raced as she thought of Malik’s photo, that undeniable bulge. “But Tom, he looks so kind. And he’s been through so much. I think we should do it.” After a long pause, Tom finally nodded. “Fine. But if it gets weird, we’re backing out.” When Malik arrived, Ellie felt her pulse quicken the moment he stepped through the door. He was even more imposing in person, his towering frame filling the entryway. His dark skin glistened with a subtle sheen of sweat, and his deep, accented voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Thank you for welcoming me into your home,” Malik said, his voice warm and rich. “You are very kind.” Tom shifted uncomfortably beside Ellie, clearly intimidated by Malik’s presence. But Ellie couldn’t help but notice the way Malik’s eyes lingered on her, his gaze flicking over her body with a curiosity that made her feel both flustered and exhilarated. Over the next few days, Malik shared stories of his life in Ivory Coast, his deep voice filling the room as he talked about his culture, his family, and the journey that had brought him here. Ellie found herself hanging on his every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment. One evening, Malik asked about American women, his tone casual but his eyes sharp as they met hers. “What are they like?” he asked. “Are they… open-minded?” Ellie felt a flush of heat spread through her chest. “I think it depends on the woman,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “Why do you ask?” Malik’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Just curious.” A few days later, Ellie was in the kitchen late at night, pouring herself a glass of water, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to find Malik standing there, completely naked. Her heart slammed against her ribs as her eyes traveled over his body, her gaze inevitably drawn to the thick, heavy length hanging between his legs. “Malik!” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. He didn’t seem embarrassed. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes burning into hers. “You’ve been curious, haven’t you?” Ellie’s breath hitched as she nodded, unable to tear her eyes away. He was huge—even soft, he was easily 8 inches, thick and heavy, the tip glistening slightly in the dim light. “Can I… can I take a closer look?” she asked, her voice trembling. Malik’s smile widened as he stepped closer, his manhood swaying with each step. “Be my guest.” Ellie’s hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the warm, velvety skin. She couldn’t believe the size of him, the sheer weight of his member in her hand. Her mouth watered as she leaned in, her lips parting as she took the tip into her mouth. Malik groaned softly, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her. “Most women can’t go past the 3-inch mark,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Too thick.” Ellie felt a thrill of challenge course through her as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. She managed to get about 3 inches in before she had to pull back, her jaw aching. “Can I… can I try?” she asked, her voice breathless. Malik’s eyes darkened as he nodded, guiding her to the sofa. He positioned himself between her legs, his massive manhood pressing against her entrance. “This is just an experiment,” Ellie whispered, more to herself than to him. “Not cheating. Just… curiosity.” Malik chuckled softly as he began to push into her, inch by agonizing inch. Ellie gasped as her tight pussy stretched more than it ever had before, the sensation overwhelming. “Fuck,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he finally hit the 4-inch mark. “Oh my God, it’s so much…” Malik groaned, his hips moving slowly as he began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her. Ellie’s mind raced as she realized this was unlike anything she had ever experienced with Tom—the sheer size of him, the way he filled her completely. The next day, Ellie found herself unable to stop thinking about Malik’s massive member. That evening, she sought him out again, her heart pounding as she asked, “Can we try for 5 inches?” Malik’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he nodded, positioning himself between her legs once more. This time, he moved with more confidence, his thrusts growing deeper and more rhythmic. Ellie moaned as he hit the 5-inch mark, her body trembling with pleasure. “You’re doing so good,” Malik murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. Just as he began to pound her harder, the front door burst open. Tom stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene. His boss, Colin, stood behind him, his mouth hanging open. Ellie’s heart raced as she met Tom’s gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But before she could say anything, Colin stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Malik’s still-thrusting hips. “He’s still got a couple of inches in her,” Colin said, his voice filled with fascination. “Do you think she can take more?” Ellie’s breath hitched as she glanced at Malik, her pussy clenching around him. “I… I think so,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Tom’s face turned red with rage, but Ellie ignored him, her eyes locked on Malik. “Keep going,” she said, her voice steady now. “Let’s try for 6.” Malik’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he began to thrust again, his massive member stretching her open inch by agonizing inch. Ellie’s moans filled the room as she felt herself losing control, her body giving in to the overwhelming pleasure…

The evening news flickered on the TV, the anchor’s voice steady as she detailed the arrival of African refugees in the community. Ellie sat curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, while Tom sat beside her, absently scrolling on his phone. The story tugged at something deep within her—a mix of empathy and curiosity. The refugees were in need of temporary housing, and the local charity was appealing for hosts.

“Tom,” Ellie said, turning to him, her voice soft but insistent. “We have that spare room. What if we offered it to one of them?”  

Tom glanced up from his phone, his brow furrowing. “I don’t know, Ellie. That’s a lot to take on. What if it’s awkward? What if they’re… I don’t know, *weird*?”  

Ellie rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but smile. “They’re refugees, Tom. They’ve been through enough. I think we can handle a little awkwardness.”  

A few days later, a catalogue arrived from the charity. Ellie eagerly flipped through the pages, each one featuring a photograph and detailed information about the refugees. It was supposed to help hosts provide appropriate clothing and accommodations, but Ellie couldn’t help but notice how… *detailed* the measurements were. Height, weight, waist size, in-seam measurements… and then there was the last column: __“Appendage length (inches).”__  

Her eyes widened as she scanned the numbers. Most of the men listed measurements well above what she was used to—far above. She felt a pang of guilt as her gaze flicked to Tom, who was sitting across the room, oblivious. He was a good man, kind and loving, but his 4-inch appendage had always left her… curious.  

Her heart skipped a beat when she landed on Malik’s page. The photo showed a man who seemed to radiate raw masculinity. At 6’5”, he towered over Tom by a full foot. His muscular frame was evident even through the simple mesh running shorts he wore in the photo. And then there was that measurement: __9.75 inches.__  

*Surely that can’t be right,* Ellie thought, her cheeks flushing. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the photo, her gaze lingering on the noticeable bulge in Malik’s shorts.  

“Ellie, are you even listening to me?” Tom’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she quickly slammed the catalogue shut.  

“Sorry,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “I was just… thinking. Tom, what if we took in Malik? He’s from Ivory Coast, and he’s been through so much. I think we could really help him.”  

Tom hesitated, his brow furrowing again. “I don’t know, Ellie. I was thinking maybe we should take in a woman. It might be less… complicated.”  

Ellie’s heart raced as she thought of Malik’s photo, that undeniable bulge. “But Tom, he looks so kind. And he’s been through so much. I think we should do it.”  

After a long pause, Tom finally nodded. “Fine. But if it gets weird, we’re backing out.”  

When Malik arrived, Ellie felt her pulse quicken the moment he stepped through the door. He was even more imposing in person, his towering frame filling the entryway. His dark skin glistened with a subtle sheen of sweat, and his deep, accented voice sent a shiver down her spine.  

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home,” Malik said, his voice warm and rich. “You are very kind.”  

Tom shifted uncomfortably beside Ellie, clearly intimidated by Malik’s presence. But Ellie couldn’t help but notice the way Malik’s eyes lingered on her, his gaze flicking over her body with a curiosity that made her feel both flustered and exhilarated.  

Over the next few days, Malik shared stories of his life in Ivory Coast, his deep voice filling the room as he talked about his culture, his family, and the journey that had brought him here. Ellie found herself hanging on his every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.  

One evening, Malik asked about American women, his tone casual but his eyes sharp as they met hers. “What are they like?” he asked. “Are they… open-minded?”  

Ellie felt a flush of heat spread through her chest. “I think it depends on the woman,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “Why do you ask?”  

Malik’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Just curious.”  

A few days later, Ellie was in the kitchen late at night, pouring herself a glass of water, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to find Malik standing there, completely naked. Her heart slammed against her ribs as her eyes traveled over his body, her gaze inevitably drawn to the thick, heavy length hanging between his legs.  

“Malik!” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.  

He didn’t seem embarrassed. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes burning into hers. “You’ve been curious, haven’t you?”  

Ellie’s breath hitched as she nodded, unable to tear her eyes away. He was huge—even soft, he was easily 8 inches, thick and heavy, the tip glistening slightly in the dim light.  

“Can I… can I take a closer look?” she asked, her voice trembling.  

Malik’s smile widened as he stepped closer, his manhood swaying with each step. “Be my guest.”  

Ellie’s hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the warm, velvety skin. She couldn’t believe the size of him, the sheer weight of his member in her hand. Her mouth watered as she leaned in, her lips parting as she took the tip into her mouth.  

Malik groaned softly, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her. “Most women can’t go past the 3-inch mark,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Too thick.”  

Ellie felt a thrill of challenge course through her as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. She managed to get about 3 inches in before she had to pull back, her jaw aching.  

“Can I… can I try?” she asked, her voice breathless.  

Malik’s eyes darkened as he nodded, guiding her to the sofa. He positioned himself between her legs, his massive manhood pressing against her entrance.  

“This is just an experiment,” Ellie whispered, more to herself than to him. “Not cheating. Just… curiosity.”  

Malik chuckled softly as he began to push into her, inch by agonizing inch. Ellie gasped as her tight pussy stretched more than it ever had before, the sensation overwhelming.  

“Fuck,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he finally hit the 4-inch mark. “Oh my God, it’s so much…”  

Malik groaned, his hips moving slowly as he began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her. Ellie’s mind raced as she realized this was unlike anything she had ever experienced with Tom—the sheer size of him, the way he filled her completely.  

The next day, Ellie found herself unable to stop thinking about Malik’s massive member. That evening, she sought him out again, her heart pounding as she asked, “Can we try for 5 inches?”  

Malik’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he nodded, positioning himself between her legs once more. This time, he moved with more confidence, his thrusts growing deeper and more rhythmic. Ellie moaned as he hit the 5-inch mark, her body trembling with pleasure.  

“You’re doing so good,” Malik murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.  

Just as he began to pound her harder, the front door burst open. Tom stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene. His boss, Colin, stood behind him, his mouth hanging open.  

Ellie’s heart raced as she met Tom’s gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But before she could say anything, Colin stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Malik’s still-thrusting hips.  

“He’s still got a couple of inches in her,” Colin said, his voice filled with fascination. “Do you think she can take more?”  

Ellie’s breath hitched as she glanced at Malik, her pussy clenching around him. “I… I think so,” she whispered, her voice trembling.  

Tom’s face turned red with rage, but Ellie ignored him, her eyes locked on Malik. “Keep going,” she said, her voice steady now. “Let’s try for 6.”  

Malik’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he began to thrust again, his massive member stretching her open inch by agonizing inch. Ellie’s moans filled the room as she felt herself losing control, her body giving in to the overwhelming pleasure…

A young married couple offers their spare room to a towering, muscular African refugee named Malik, whose presence stirs unexpected tension.

Ellie becomes increasingly fascinated by Malik's undeniable allure and his astonishing physical attributes, particularly his massive size.

As curiosity turns to desire, Ellie and Malik embark on a daring sexual experiment, pushing her limits in ways she never imagined.

The couple's once-stable relationship is tested as Ellie succumbs to the irresistible pull of Malik's dominance and raw masculinity.

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