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A fitness blonde unloads GALLONS of milk through her massive tits! [FREE PAGES]

The gigantic breasts came milk all over any and every surface they were turned to; soon, all the bathroom’s furniture and sinks were drenched by her thick, white nectar.

«Oh, my good… god! Goodd… oooohhh!!»

The woman walked clumsily, tripping over her own feet, while trying to leave that bathroom and reach her suite’s kitchen.

Her body was in ruins. Something needed to be done about that mess!

‘Oh, my good… my good Lord…!’

When opening the bathroom door, she noticed that the dozens of gallons inside the room had sprawled all over the hallway too.

Lubes. Piss. Milk. Spunk! There was a bit of everything in that soup, and it was amazing to consider that all those fluids had come out… of only three girls!

«Oh, my god!!»

Though, actually, those three girls were worth at least ten.

Standing at 6.2ft-tall, with legs of an Olympic jumper, chiseled abs, blonde hairs that went down to her prominent ass, and Pamela Anderson breasts, the reporter was a Nordic perfection of eroticism, abundance, and fertility.

Not that her other two companions got much farther behind: Doctor Olivia, for instance, was the dashing brunette who had introduced her to that world of sex, kinkiness and impressive, unparalleled orgasms.

A shredded 5.8ft-tall muscle giantess, this obstetrician had one of the most perfect bodies she’d ever seen: stellar breasts, steel-hard ass, and legs thicker and harder than Greek columns, pure meat monuments of the finest muscular perfection.

No joke: Olivia was an intimidating wall of muscles, a fitness goddess with the strength to surpass any man’s.

She weighed 210 pounds, of which 190 to 195 were pure muscle. Her ass was so big and hard that just looking at it would make one tired and hurt.

Her legs were so ripped that even when relaxed one could see the hundreds of fibers and muscle strips that formed them.

And her abs, oh, they sported no less than eight —eight!— incredibly ripped and pronounced muscles!

As for the redhead, she was almost as ripped as the brunette, yet much taller!

Physically, one could say she was the best of the three: almost as tall as the reporter —standing at little over 6ft—, but owner of a body almost as massive as Olivia’s.

Her abs sported six perfectly sculpted muscles, and her body overall was so ripped that it seemed to flex on its own, rippling at the slightest of movements.

The reported, with her head swirling, tripped and stumbled all the way through that suite while trying to reach the kitchen.

At times it was even difficult to remember what she was doing there, in that accommodation at the world’s end, hundreds of miles away from the nearest civilization, surrounded by soldiers and isolated from the rest of society by a formidable complex of military security.

«Oh, yeah!» She recalled. «The super soldier!»

The piles of papers and documents remained scattered over the tables in the living room, without her even having scanned through the first few documents for her story. Her body warmed up, her pussy shivered, and her heart raced all over again as she remembered the superman… whom she was hired to write an article about.

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