I stood a moment, Laura in my arms, under a thick shaft of hot, clear sunlight.

How would her body hold two thick shafts like that at the same time?

For an instant he thought the thick wooden shaft would snap.

He lifted the thick shaft from the drawer, watching her eyes widen at the size of it.

Gasping, fighting for breath, she met each thrust of his thick shaft into her body.

The thick, broken shaft of wood was covered with blood.

He prodded the entrance to her body, his shaft thick and hot.

Instantly, she closed her lips around the thick shaft and began to suck.

The thick wooden shaft provided the weight behind the punch.

He stood there, tall and strong, his shaft large and thick even in ease.