I was struck by Giancarla’s beauty as we climbed a long hill up to her barn. Her property was green with forests and fertile fields until the eye could see. Though a dense grove surrounded up, the hill was all soft grass and pretty flowers, and from there I could even see my friend’s house –a massive, Georgian-style mansion smacked in the middle of those triumphant hills. What a bitch!
“I never knew your parents were farmers.”
“They aren’t, but they bought the property a long time ago when prices were low. Making the best of a crisis, you know?” And she pointed excitedly to the barn at the top. “I couldn’t care less about farming, but I love having a whole herd of horses!”
I was trying my best not to be eaten alive by jealousy, but that was proving far too difficult. Not only did Giancarla hail from a fabulously wealthy family, but she was also probably the only bitch in college able to outdo me in… well, how do I put it? Irresistible sexual attractiveness?
As I let the girl walk ahead of me and ramble about her passion for horses and ponies, I carefully inspected her body. God, a booty like that would strike instate nous hard-ons on a ghetto! She was a pretty blonde Barbie-doll with a waist so thin it looked handcrafted, yet her hips were phenomenally large and hard, sporting a muscle ass like one you only see on Brazilian bitches like me.
As she walked, I watched her buttocks bounce. They made a coarse, deep sound of massive meat being moved around, but they didn’t bounce jovially like you would expect a fat ass to; they were so ungodly hard they remained firm, like stone, and one would even suspect she had injected fresh cement there to make them so outrageously firm.
«For the love of god, these legs!» I thought, fixing my gaze attentively on her long, muscular legs. Though she’d told me she had never gone to gym, I refused to believe it. She had the legs of an Olympic jumper or runner; legs of pure power which contrasted immensely with her thin waist, just like her ass did. «No wonder she likes horses.» I maliciously thought. «She’s got the legs of a mare.»
Without me noticing, however, my friend had stopped talking and was asking me some random question. As she turned to me, I was faced by the delirious beauty of her profile and her torso. “Hey, you there?” She asked me in a lighthearted tone.
“You’re beautiful.” I said, and the wind blowing was the only sound that followed. She too coveted my body, which was superior to hers by just a margin. If she wasn’t such a picture-perfect image of an American princess, she wouldn’t hold a candle next to my much larger, more powerful body.
I could see her biting her lips as she looked to me from head to toe, paying special attention to my abs under my tank-top.
“Thanks. You’re gorgeous.” She wiggled her hips. “I mean, of course you are. You know it, don’t you?” She pointed to my arms and my abs. “The way you flaunt those powerful guns.”
I looked down, but couldn’t see anything thanks to my gigantic tits. If she was referring to my killer 6-pack, well, she was very correct in her assessment: a belly like mine was a trophy worth exposing, and so were my beautiful arms, which bulged even while relaxed.
I touched my belly and grabbed my skin, pulling it to show how little fat I had in my body. I worked out, but not as much as anyone would expect when seeing my body.
“Three days a week at the gym,” I told her, spying her with my peripheral view. “Lots of exercises for strength and toned muscles.” I pulled my skin with both hands, showing her the perfection of my ripped, rippling abs. “I could bend a coin on those babies.”
“I bet you could.” Her voice cracked a bit. She was completely hypnotized by my masculine, virile beauty –even though I had a face and a bosom that would easily outmatch her own.
“Brazilians love that.” I flexed one arm, showing her my gorgeous biceps. “Muscle. Do you know how they call women like me?”
“Women like you?” She smiled and struck a pixie-girl pose. “You mean, hot babes?”
“Not exactly a ‘hot babe,’ but a very muscular woman. A woman with a perfect face in a tight, athletic body.” I could hear her breath getting out of pace. She knew she was beautiful, but she never had the audacity to say that aloud, much less so confidently.
“Mm. No. H-how do they call women like you?”
I looked up to her and smiled. “Mare-women.” She laughed.
“Mare-women?” And I nodded.
“Yep.” I flexed both biceps, cutting her laughter immediately as she saw both babies bulge and harden on my arms. “That’s because we’re built like horses, you know.” I struck a bodybuilder pose to her, turning my left side to her and flexing my whole left arm along with my leg and my abs, creating an aura of power which was felt even on the plants around me.
Giancarla was drooling, with her jaw getting lower each second, as she saw the muscles rippling on my body, and my thigh growing so huge it stretched my jean shorts and literally started to tear it open.
As she heard the rippling noises of the fabric, she covered her mouth. “You crazy!” Her eyes were glistening. “You’re gonna…!”
“I know, I know.” I smiled to her with my perfect set of white teeth. “I can literally rip my clothes just by flexing my muscles.” I turned my torso back to her, facing her with my superior bosom. “Wanna see it?” I saw her blush and step back, fighting her own desire.
“Are all Brazilians this forward?”
“Yes.” I bluntly replied. “Yes, we are.” I flexed my biceps, seeing the throbbing, thick veins bulge along with the muscle. “We have the fires of hell in our blood. Our bodies are machines of sex and sensuality.”
“Fuck, I wish I had your confidence.”
“With a body like yours, friend,” I winked at her, “there’s no reason not to be confident.”
“Uh… thanks.”
I stepped closer, flaunting my aggressive movements.
“You’ve never gone to gym? Like… ever??”
Her eyes beamed a little stronger.
“Never. What you see is juts… good blood, I guess.” She struck a bodybuilder pose just for laughs, but she was probably unaware of how strong she really was. She stood taller than me by a few inches, though none of us had anything to complain about in the height department: I was 6ft-tall, she was 6’2. We were, indeed, freakishly tall for any women, and the entire college bowed to our superior height paired by our ungodly beauty.
I saw a tenuous 4-pack set of muscles on her abs as she flexed, and her enormous, mare-like legs ripple with fibers and prominent veins.
“Fuck, girl. You are a mare-lady too!”
“Oh.” She seemed surprised. “You think?”
“I don’t think; I know.” I pointed to her body. “Look at you! Look at these!” I pointed to her belly, clearly intimidating her as I stepped closer. “Flex your abs, please. Oh, my god, you diva! Don’t you see you’re packed? Look at those four guns here!”
“Well, yeah. I guess I’m pretty fit.” As she kept flexing, I had to contain my excitement as my eyes wandered and got lost in her massive, mighty bosom.
Her boobs, much like her ass, didn’t bounce; they gently and loudly moved up and down with her body, as if made of cement or the world’s thickest fat. «Double-D cup.» I realized. «Mine are a triple-D, probably an E.» Inadvertently I flexed my chest, making my gigantic knockers ripple and attract her lustful gaze. «I’m superior to this bitch, yet her height and her fantastic face really make me doubt myself.» With my heart almost racing, I blurted out:
“There’s no man we can’t attract, is there?”
She shook her head, both naughty and humble. “No.” Our hard nipples were touching one another. We could feel each other’s firmness just by the tip of the nipples gently squeezing and twitching –the official greeting between two hot, muscle bimbos.
I was lost in her fantastic, pristine blond hair while she was coveting my dark mane. Her hair was not only soft, but it went all the way down to her hips, while mine stopped short of the middle of my back.
With a step forward, I pressed our breasts. The compression was hard, almost painful. In that touch, however, I felt something peculiar, something amazing in her body as well as mine: our breasts were not only big, not only hard, but they were full!
Like… gallons and gallons of milk must have been stored in our gazongas, for we both could feel and literally hear the liquids sloshing inside them.
Without any restraints on my tongue, I straight out asked her: “you’re lactating?” I could sense a tremendous unease in her hips, which were growing hot with all that talk.
“You are really forward!” She smiled, and I showed her just how forward I was: I lifted by hands to her biceps and squeezed them, making her yelp as I carefully inspected them, just like a farmer would do a horse.
“Strong. Beautiful, strong arms you have.” Her eyes seemed to wander to random places, devoid of support by her growing, raging arousal.
“What… are you doing?”
I stepped closer to her while pulling her body slightly to mine, making our bosoms roar are they pressed on each other and I could feel my milk flowing to the canal of my nipples. I lowered my hands to her waist and squeezed them.
“What. The. Fuck!” I squeezed them even harder, making her gasp and moan as I almost could feel my fingers meeting on her back! “Fucking shit, Barbie! You really are a Barbie doll with a waist this thin!” She smiled, knowing hers was a body to die for.
“Yeah, t-thank you. This, again…” Her eyes glistened with sin. “Good blood, you know.” I didn’t respond to her immediately, but let an uncomfortable, growing silence increase the sexual tension between us. I was about to fuck that blonde raw –in the barn, even, in the middle of all her pretty horses! «And I will show those horses what powerfucking looks like!»
“Good blood, eh?” I teased her, feeling her accelerated heartbeat under her DD-cup knockers. “Like the good American broad you are, huh?”
“Oh, wow. What language is that?”
“You know what language it is. Your parents are amazing. Your father is such an Alpha male I know he has a hard time remaining faithful to your mother –who’s a literal supermodel, damn it!”
“Oh, oh…” Her eyes wandered about, naughtily. “And who said he is faithful?”
I smiled. We were intimate. No topic was off-boundaries to us. Leveraging my position, I attacked:
“I never saw a man as big and as muscular as your father. I confess that, if I could, I’d fuck that man raw on the spot.” She looked at me with brief ire. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I know you desire him too, and you will get first dibs.”
“Oh, you obscene…!” But I shut her up by hugging her waist and pulling her body to mine, making her breasts climb over mine and reach my throat as I bear-hugged the living shit out of her, striking her with as much fear as arousal.
“Don’t hide it. You know how hot you are. How… perfectly bred you’ve been by your stud father. Wow, look at this.” I touched the upper part of her butt cheeks. “Your ass is a fucking stone! No wonder you’re all firm and muscle, even though you never went to gym.”
“I’m n-not… all muscle.”
“But you could be with minimum effort. No problem if you don’t want to.” I winked. “With a body like that, you really don’t need anything else.” I squeezed her tighter with every word, making her whimper like a little kitten as her eyes visibly melted for my body.
My hands descended on her ass, grabbing their meat underneath the think, pink dress she wore. I could feel her panties being swallowed into her crack by her enormous buttocks –no cloth being big enough to resist their size and strength—and, as I sank my fingers in that meat, I got my lips dangerously close to hers, prompting her to both turn her face and lean forward to me, fighting desperately against her desire.
“I think that’s why you like horses: you’re not only built like one, but you were bred like one.”
“E-excuse me?”
“Horses are bred for the best, strongest, finest genes, aren’t they? The strongest studs breed with the most powerful mares, and they produce an offspring which is even stronger, mightier, more potent than their parents.”
“Oh… oh…” She felt my hands holding her ass from below, fumbling her amazing thighs, and then pulling them up, lifting her body in the process. “Is that what you think I am? A mare… bred for the best genes?”
I couldn’t resist it anymore: I laid my lips on hers, which welcomed my embrace with sweet surrender. Her mouth remained closed, but her lips were slowly opening.
I pressed my lips harder on hers and teased them with the tip of my tongue, slowly moistening them. As I kissed her, my right hand massaged her inner thigh while my left hand splurged on her ass.
The bitch was aroused! I could feel the heat bursting from her engorged, swollen cunt as I pressed and squeezed her moist inner thighs. Juices were dripping from her pussy and flowing down her legs –so many of them, in fact, that within seconds I was feeling the literal drops of lubes on my fingers.
She was not merely aroused; she was melting! As our lips briefly parted, I teased her with more sexy talk: “you know you are. Feel your thighs. Fell them!” She moaned loud as I squeezed her thighs, making her cunt loudly gush a few pints of water on her panties, raining down on my fingers and sprinkling on the grass as I felt her fiber and her muscles. “Fucking shit, these are some good muscles you’ve got! Some awesome blood, like a fine-bred horse!”
“Fuck! This talk…” I pushed her whole upper torso to mine, pressing her tits on my chest as mine almost tore a hole in her upper abs. Our noses were rubbing on each other’s cheeks and our lips were nearly touching.
“Your father knew what he was making when he was breeding your mother: he was making you. A fertile, nubile mare with strong legs and awesome muscles. Hips so wide you could give birth to a village and not even get a single stretch mark! Ass so powerful there’s enough fat here to heat a mansion, and these breasts… oh, fuck, these breasts! They’re milk-full! Beautiful lactating beasts!” My smile sedated her mind. “You’ve got the perfect genes of a breeding mare, and I guess sex with you must be powerful and relentless, for good breed like you have infinite energy on the bed!”
I could almost feel her heart on my palms as she looked to me and whispered: “y-you don’t need to guess, you know.”
We kissed. This time, it was a powerful, wet kiss. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths, threatening to suck our hearts and our lungs up. She was a hell of a kisser, but I enjoyed showing her just how mightier and stronger I was: with astounding ease, I bent her spine back, using my body and my muscle mass to pull her back and almost make her fall on the grass.
Her eyes widened once she felt my powerful muscle tongue pressing to the back of her throat… and then some!
“Holy… shit…!!” She tried to scream. “Your tongue…!”
Yeah, yeah. That bitch was discovering one of my most prized assets: an eight-inch muscle tongue, with which I was eager to explore the depths of her throat.
Our bodies crashed as I climbed on top of her, making her fall on the hill and our bosoms press against each other so hard that hers started to leak. I heard a very faint *squiiish!* as she fell and her massive bosom trembled, her body shaking and quivering under my powerful touch.
“No… please… no…” She whimpered. I looked to her chest and saw two massive stains growing on her dress. She was lactating.
“Fucking cow!” I grabbed her dress and pulled back, tightening it on her body. I wanted to see the sheer hardness of her nipples, which really seemed like they could tear a hole on such a thin cloth. I licked my lips as I saw her continuously lactate, then I felt her knees touching my belly, rubbing themselves against my rock-hard six-pack.
“Fuck…!” She gave me a naughty look of desire. “Fuck me!” I smiled wide and went for the killing. Before I could suck her mouth, however, we were both startled by a rumble coming from the top of the hill.
“What’s that?” I asked, feeling even the ground around us move. My Barbie-girl covered her mouth and looked to the barn at the hill’s peak.
“Oh, god… it’s Adonis!”
“Who the fuck is Adonis?” The way she looked at me struck me with both curiosity and desire. Her eyes were dripping with sex, just as her nipples were with milk and her cunt with lubes.
“Adonis is our stallion. Our stud. He is breeding right now.”
I looked up again, feeling the ground shake around us while the barn, at the distance, seemed to unravel under an earthquake. The place was still almost a whole mile away, yet I could feel the powerful banging as if its walls were on my ear.
I turned my scared gaze to my colleague, who could apparently read my thoughts:
“Adonis’s the one doing this?” She nodded, silently. “Alone? I mean, just a horse? I can feel the ground shaking!” And the naughty pixie muscle girl pulled her dress, highlighting her massive breasts. I heard a few tearing noises on her chest; when I looked down, I saw her nipples poking free from it. She had literally tore two holes on her dress with her nipples!
“He breeds all the mares every hour of every day. He… he…” She sighed. “He is unstoppable.” And a mighty *boom!* startled us, calling my attention to the barn, which seemed to jump on the ground as the mighty stallion fucked his way through his mares. “Two hundred mares. They were barely over fifty when daddy bought the place, but then we had to buy a hundred and fifty more to soothe our stallion.” She sighed again, making a disappointed face. “It’s not enough. Daddy’s considering to double the number just to satiate that horse.”
“This stallion fucks over two hundred mares… in a day?”
“More like… in an hour.”
I was no horse specialist, but I knew that number couldn’t be possible.
“How… how is this…” She shut me up with her naughty look, which somehow answered all of my questions while saying nothing:
“You will know when you see him.” She looked down to my body, placing her palms on my firm abs. “You’re one to recognize power when you see it. I… I want your power.”
Trying to ignore the powerful sounds coming from the barn, I grabbed the blonde’s dress and teared it up. She whimpered and covered her breasts, but the task was impossible given their sheer size.
My eyes were struck by the gigantic nature of those milk orbs. “Fucking shit!” My jaw dropped as I beheld them, barely believing such perfect things could possibly exist.
I grabbed squeezed them; for a moment, I could even see the milk sloshing inside them before spilling in beautiful threads over the blonde’s body. “Aaahee!!” She whimpered, and I saw the milk form a little, hot pond in her belly.
I squeezed the breasts again and harder, making them spew milk on my dark hair and paint it white as I leaned down and drank from it. My girl quivered and moaned as I licked and slurped over her skin, having to control my own horniness as I tasted her sweet, motherly nectar.
The thing was thick! Thicker that any jizz I’d ever sucked! «Fuck, this milk is heavy!» I thought. «And sweet! It’s almost as sweet and tasty as my own!»
My girl was shivering on the hill while the ground shook around us. Even though her body was spectacular, the pounding and breeding going on in the barn were much stronger. «Fuck this horse! Is he fucking or killing his mares?»
My pussy hardened and moistened as I tried to imagine that beast in action. What size could that horse be to make such powerful sounds and rumbles? «Fuck this shit! I better make my little woman cum before this horse does us both!»
I raised my head and showed her my lips dripping with milk. As she smiled, I noticed how her lips were only a little bit smaller than mine.
“You have a wonderful mouth.” She said, and then she met silence as I moved my body over hers, oppressing her with my sheer size.
I grabbed those monstrous mountains and shook them with both hands. My girl kissed my forehead and rubbed her thighs on mine while I simply felt the milk shaking inside those beasts. They were so goddamn full that even the slightest of shakes made new threads be spilled from the nipples, and I caught them with my mouth, gargling on them as I squeezed those tits harder, hosing my face with milk.
“Fucking shit, that’s so good!” I ate her left tit and squeezed them both handsomely. I could literally hear the squishing noise as the fat threads of milk left them and splashed on my body, painting me white with that milk which was so thick that it didn’t even drip from my body, but either slowly flowed down or just stayed stuck to my skin.
Meanwhile, the naughty, horny hottie placed her thighs in one of mine, wrapping them around my powerful leg as she rubbed her cunt and clit on my powerful muscles. She was dry-humping my leg, and I obliged in her fantasy by flexing my thigh. “Fuck!” She whimpered, barely believing the girth of my leg.
“Enjoy it, sweetie.” I stared mesmerized at her tits. “Enjoy my muscles as I enjoy your tits.” I crammed my mouth again in her left tit, squeezing it with enough force to make my cheeks bloat with the abundant milk.
Fuck, it was so much milk I could barely swallow it all in time! My nose spewed a bit of fluids back on her bosom, painting it white, and one could hear my swallowing noises from afar as my throat swelled and literal pints of that juice flowed down to my belly.
I felt my stomach growing heavier as the vast, thick loads of milk fell in it like sacks of cement. Soon, I was feeling a growing pressure of my stomach expanding and holding literally over a gallon of that milk –and that’s with me sucking only one tit.
As I broke my kiss, the blasted a long thread of milk in my face –and it kept going; it kept going and going and going until the pressure was down and the thread eventually died out. Her breast was almost entirely coated in milk, and there was still the other one left for the taking.
I took it thirstily, suckling on it like a horde of strong babies. My girls squealed and moan as she felt outrageous amounts of her juices being sucked into my body, full gallons of it sloshing down into my stomach. “Fuck!!” I screamed, and the milk literally burst back through my mouth and nose.
Fucking shit! It was so much milk I literally chocked on it. I was forced to move my head away and take a breath, but the tits blasted my face with cream. “Fucking… damn it!!” Ounces of tit-jizz dripped from my chin as my girl continuously ground her hips on my thighs.
I felt her juices sloshing out of her cunt, splashing into my thighs as they dripped with nectar. A monster roared inside my breast, and I consumed those tits, sucking them mightily, lowering my hands to her cunt and aiding her in her orgasms. “Now you will fucking know what an orgasm –a real orgasm!—really is!”
I was true to my promise: my fingers pierced her panties and immediately attacked several sensible spots in her cunt, making me almost scared of the intense heat and hardness of her labia. Her cunt was not just scorching, but it was swollen!
No finger was able to do to her what I did. Her clit was engorged like a small penis, and I struck it countless times with my thumb while my other four fingers performed a pussy massacre in her labia. The bitch screamed uncontrollably in my ear while lifting her waist in my leg and hosing the most powerful squirt I ever felt leave any cunt other than my own.
The squishing sound was intense, and the heat of her juices hitting my naked thigh was so fucking intense I felt my skin burn with the contact! More orgasms came out of her as she felt electricity burn every sensible spot of her body; I was performing miracles she could have never thought possible with my hands… and I was just warming up!
“Fuck! Oh, my god!!! You’re so fucking good!!” She bit my earlobe and climbed on my body. “Oh, my god…!! I’m cumming!! I’m fucking cumming!! I’m cumming… fuck!! So fucking muuuuuch…!!!”
A woman does not really cum, of course, if she’s still able to speak; as I picked up the pace of my vigorous fingering and my powerful suction, then, her words were completely and forever lost in her throat.
Her body squirmed as the pressure in her bosom grew too intense. As I expected, the beautiful, massive tits hosed milk in my mouth by themselves, painting my throat white while I massacred and beat that pussy into submission.
She gave long screams whenever the pain and the agony inside her body were too intense for her to handle. Her cries were long and desperate, and in a way I felt they had some effect on the faraway barn atop the hill: the pounding and loud bursts coming from it became a little fainter, as if the stallion himself was getting disconcerted (or maybe interested) by her tremendous arousal.
«Yeah, you filthy animal!» I thought, rubbing my whole body on hers with all of my clothes still on. «I bet I’m more powerful than you… you fucking stud!» I crammed my fingers so deep in her cunt I felt their tips grazing her cervix, and this seemed to burst a dam of scorching lubes from her.
My girl screamed as her pussy hosed one thick, continuous thread of lubes on my thigh. I was amazed, even scared as I saw faint steams coming from her cunt. “Oh, you filthy cunt!” I kissed her, and my tongue went to the very depths of her throat.
“God…!!” She whimpered before I mouth-fucked her throat, but god was not there to help her as I stood up and lifted her body. I kissed her and sucked her tits while literally walking uphill with her, feeling my powerful, thick thighs throb as we ascended.
After a few couple yards, I crashed with her again on the ground, and her tits expelled milk in two messy explosions, painting my body as I stood on my knees, each leg on one side of her waist. “Fuck…!!” She exclaimed. “You’re not even sweating!”
And I smiled, flexing my chest and making the cloth stretch under the growth and swelling on my tits. “Sweetie, I’m gonna sweat gallons right now!”
To her dismay, I tore my shirt up and threw it away. The thick cloth ceded like paper to my powerful muscles, and once my tits were released I could feel her cunt juices splashing on my abs; she had literally cummed just by looking at my body!
“FUCK!” A strange wave of energy ran through her body, electrifying her tits and making them squirt milk over twenty inches up in the air. “FUCK!! OH, GOD…!!” Her body experienced an electric rush of multiple orgasms as she looked to my naked, wide, muscular torso.
I flexed my chest and made my breasts stand on a high angle, my nipples literally looking up as I performed that flex with ease.
“Fucking look at that body that’s gonna breed you!” I stretched my arms and flexed my guns. Two massive mountains grew on my arms as I felt the veins rippling and throbbing all over them.
“Oh, fuck!!”
I wasn’t even half-done: “look! Look at these powerful abs, my gorgeous, luscious mare!”
She squirted another big, fat one as she looked to my hardened abs, the six-pack swelling so hard another set of two muscles appeared below them. The veins multiplied and throbbed all over my torso, with many growing at the base of my tits and making them harden like muscles.
«Fuck!!» I almost had to control my own arousal as I felt the milk heating up in my tits.
The heat was brewing to the point of making the liquid boil! Very faint, light threads of steam left my nipples, quickly dissipating in the pleasant air before my blonde could see them. If I didn’t watch out, I would be squirting milk uncontrollably, with such strength I would probably even hurt my tits.
I took a very deep breath as powerful gushes of squirt hit my abs. Looking down, I effortlessly lowered my hands to my friend’s cunt, looking royal and elegant as a queen, and finger-fucked it with my whole hand, making the poor creature put her tongue out and scream a thousand profanities to the heavens:
“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!! FUCK, I’M SQUIRTING SO FUCKING MUCH!! FUCK, I NEVER SQUIRTED SO MUCH WITH ANYONE, GODDAMN IT!! YOU… YOU… YOU!… YOU FUCKING HORSE!! HOLY SHIT, YOU’RE POWER FUCKING ME LIKE A STALLION! YOUR FINGERS ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY PENIS! DAMN IT, OH, YOU’RE POWERFUL!! I’M CUMMING SO MUCH AND FEELING MY TITS EXPLODE!! PLEEEASE, MY GODDESS!! MY MUSCLE SPARTAN BEAST, PLEASE!! MY BRAZILIAN BEAST, I BEG OF YOU: HARDER!! GO HARDER, HARDER, HAAARDER, PLEASE, UNTIL MY PUSSY TURNS TO JELLY!!”
Laughing at her obscene arousal, seeing and feeling her cunt hose pints of squirt and vast, dense puffs of steam on my arm, I took my hand away from her pussy and stood up, ready to put on a little show. “You want power? Alright. I’ll give you power. But first, my horny mare, see if you can really take… my real muscles!” And, turning my back to her, I started to rip and tear my clothes off… by simply flexing my hard, thick, powerful muscles.
Gigi Potemkin 