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He’s a baby-making machine, and she is his favorite brooding mare! (or: A super giant alpha stud is finally ready to BREED his favorite Brazilian Amazon with endless loads of his fruitful, fertile semen)

Three hundred women feel before me like they were nothing. Half of them were muscular bombshells and sturdy Amazons of incredible muscle mass, stamina, and power! The other half were “classically beautiful and feminine” ladies with tall bodies, thin waists, massive breasts, outrageous asses, and long, well-toned legs that could kick like mares, and they too knew their way around hordes of studs.

None of the girls was inexperienced; none of them was naïve in terms of sex and power; and all of them were destroyed by that stallion like they were literally fucked, penetrated, and jizzed on by an army of Spartan knights.

The man nutted so much and so hard that a single spray from his penis was enough to cover a whole wall of those vast rooms in goo. When his monster cock was firmly lodged in a womb, the female body expanded like a balloon, bursting rocket-jets of jizz through her over-stretched cunt, crying and panting as that male fecundated her a thousand times over in under a second. Then, three hundred and nine other cunts followed. The beast was unstoppable, and even as he was fucking the last few women of that harem, he hadn’t even broken a single bead of sweat.

As the monster stood powerful and hard before me, I knew I was before a god of pure virility. Three hundred and nine bodies floated on about five million gallons of human seed across five floors of that skyscraper, and yet the man looked fresh and ready like I was his very first woman—all of that “quickie,” just like he said, to get his dick warmed up.

I felt the monster on my head as I struggled to know what to do with that gigantic ball inside me. The sensations were too overwhelming, in fact, for me to keep my sense of time and space intact. Fucking hell, that prick! That godforsaken prick! Any size queen like me would kill to have a prick just as ten times smaller than that one, and even the dirtiest of minds wouldn’t conceive a genitalia so outrageously, so humongously gigantic!

His prick rest in my head, semi-hard, satiated after all that intense fucking, and it measured thirty-three inches long. It looked minuscule, in fact, compared to how it was when the monster was fucking at nearly full power, yet even in its “tame” shape it was longer than three of the biggest dicks any woman could ever had—and that’s not including its girth, which added another layer of obscene virility to its shape.

The semi-soft cock was so thick two full hands could only barely wrap themselves around its girth. That was a dick so ridiculously thick (and heavy!) that it was easier measuring its width that its actual girth: six full inches in the middle of its body, with seven inches on the widest part of its head. Goddamn it, I felt that beast hitting and whipping my back like it was a living creature! The way it throbbed and moved above me was monstrous, like almost a separate entity from that god’s body.

The veins! Jesus Christ, the veins of that beast! I caressed it with one hand, gushing gallons through my cunt as I climaxed and fell on wind whirl of pleasure simply by touching the hard surface of that veiny monster! To me, the only cock that’s worth worshipping is a veiny one, and that stud had veins to spare in the surface of his monster cock: the roadmap of thick, throbbing veins and pulsating arteries was so large that my fingers barely ever touched the actual meat of the cock itself! Some veins were almost a full inch thick, adding to the obscene girth of that horse member—if “horses,” of course, were twice as endowed and five times as hard and powerful.

The blood! Holy fuck, I could squeeze those veins and they wouldn’t bulge! That’s how hard they were! The blood coursed through them in inhuman speeds; so fast that it would probably flow through the entire body of an average men in three seconds or less! Its speed was such that, if I merely touched one vein with my fingers, I could literally feel the blood cells speeding through the canal, fueling that cock with as much blood as the body of a bull.

My other hand squeezed and fondled the monster’s right testicle, which was growing fatter and heavier with his outrageous piles of jizz. «Holy fucking Christ!» My mind raced. «This bull doesn’t stop making seed!!» You could hear the sloshing sounds of the jizz being pumped into the sack from the other side of them room. If you were like me, touching that god-like testicle, you would feel the fat waves of milk being formed in the surface of the testicle, then running like long, fertile “slugs” along its ducts, which grew fatter as insane amounts of that jizz were produced.

I could feel all of that jizz in my mouth. In fact, I could literally taste it! The monster was so virile that the jizz poured through the skin of his testicle and literally dripped anywhere he stood at; he was a bull so powerful and so ludicrously lush that he literally sweat spunk! I could feel this in my hands, which slowly got stained with jizz, as well as in my mouth, which was desperately stretched by a full egg of that monster. My stud buckled his hips, hitting my head slightly—“slightly” for him, I mean, because for me even the most delicate of motions felt like a lower hook to my chin! I reveled on that fact that my worshiping was giving him pleasure, and I decided to show him that, though I was no more than a slut to his heart, I was at least the mightiest, sturdiest of sluts he’d ever get to fuck in his life. «Very well, stallion. You have enough cock for a hundred men, but my body is worth two hundred women.» Channeling all my energy to my muscles, I felt my blood boil as I prepared my revenge. «Do you seek pleasure? Very well. I will give you pleasure, my horse!»

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[NEW SERIES!] A hot, muscular Brazilian bombshell gets ready to interview an 8ft-tall, 600-pound Alpha billionaire teenager!

“You have one hour.” She said, almost giving me a naughty smirk.

“Oh.” Not to let any sassiness unanswered, I too replied with a smile. “I think one hour won’t be nearly enough.” And then I finally entered the king’s palace, ready to meet face-to-face that guy who so quickly and absolutely had become the owner of the world.

The place was big, but fuck it. I didn’t care one damn bit for the size of the room, the expensive furniture, the rows of awards on display, or the jaw-dropping view of the city, which was laid before me by the vast windows which took over three whole sides of that place. I couldn’t give two fucks about the state-of-the-start decoration, the hip, minimalist architecture, or the expensive gadgets on display.

Fuck all that. The only thing I could care about –the only thing anyone could pay attention too—was the god standing in the very middle of the room as he turned to me with a smiled that made my pussy shower my panties and drench my legs in female nectar; a god facing me with a body so vast, shoulders so wide, and a face so perfect that immediately my legs became wobbly and I had to freeze on the ground so as not to fall. The door closed behind me, and there was a brief silence before that dark god spoke to me.

“Why do you think an hour won’t be enough, Ms. Jordani?” Jesus Christ, his voice! I swear the room rumbled once he spoke, and I sure felt, deep in my female core, every nerve shook by the power and authority that emanated from his beautiful, thick, wide lips, forged inside that thick, muscular neck of his!

“Y-you can call me Paola, if you want.” Was the first thing I answered. Damn, if I wasn’t wet… and he knew it! Oh, he had that cocky smirk I had seem so many times before—the smirk of a guy who knew he’d already conquered his lay! What to other men it usually took hours of effort, to him it was a matter of seconds—if that long. “Y-you…” I had to clear my throat and squeeze my legs tighter so as not to completely embarrass myself. “You probably have a lot to talk about, so… such an interesting life can hardly be summarized… in just one hour, right?”

The giant man allowed a silent pause of a few seconds before walking over to me, making my body panic as nervous beads of sweat appeared in my forehead. “I certainly have a lot of things to do.” His body grew more gigantic as the distance between us was shortened. “I don’t care too much about the interview.” His smile grew more devilish as he walked, swinging his hips with effortless bravado. “I’m more interested on the interviewer.”

«What the fuck??» My mind exploded, a mix of offense and arousal taking over my body. «Is he doing that now?! So quick?!» The bastard hadn’t even waited for a few questions to make a move on me! I mean, I knew he was powerful, but goddamned! Was he really so god-like that he thought the could make such moves on stranger and not expect any bad repercussions?

I cleared my throat and tried to be professional. My stammering betrayed me as soon as the very first word: “M-Mr. Reymond, p-please.” Goddamn it! “L-let’s be professional.” My voice all by died out, however, when the stud stood still right in front of me, his towering height leaving me speechless.

“When I saw you on TV, Paola, I knew I had to have you.” He raised his hands to his shoulders and took off his expensive tuxedo, throwing it on the floor with absolute disregard. “Today, I’m going to see if you feel just as hot inside as you look outside.” He undid the top button of his shirt, the other ones soon to follow.

I dropped my briefcase on the ground, where it cracked open and let some sheets of paper fly around my feet. I was speechless, my quivering lips being the only response I could give for that gigantic male undoing his white shirt in front of me. I knew what I had to do… and I knew I wouldn’t do it! No woman can act normal next to a perfect male specimen like that. «With any other man…» My mind raced as I bit and sucked my lower lip, «with any… other man!… I would have left and #metoo’ed his ass. But this… this ain’t a man!» I crossed my legs while still standing. «This is a god.»

I saw his flesh beneath the shirt, and all my insides dried out with the sheer arousal, the fire that consumed me. “Fuck.” The beast was pure muscle. His shoulders and his chest seemed to go on forever, with the first muscles of his ripped abs shining before me. His dark, bronzed skin was almost shining with the health of a perfect breed… and a perfect breeder.

I saw his biceps flexing and stretching his sleeves as he tore the rest of the shirt opened, revealing his whole torso to me. «Perfection.» My mind exploded, and so did my cunt.

“H-h-how…?” A silly question came out through my throat: “h-how big are you??” The monster smiled as he let the rays of the sun bounce on his body and make it shine.

“There are so many was I can answer that.” The monster flexed his muscles without even wanting too. I saw the ripples of his fibers flowing like waves from his crotch to his shoulders, the big, bulging veins feeding his armor of muscles with pints of blood every second. “In height, I could answer I am 8’6ft-tall.” My pussy immediately swelled to double its size at that moment, bursting with so much lube that a dark sport quickly formed in my hips. “In weight,” the monster flexed his chest and his arms, making every muscle acquire obscene volume and hardness, “I’m afraid I’m on the heavy side.” He smiled, looking at my quivering lips, my panting chest, and my trembling, wet legs. “I’m a 600-pound bull with enough muscles to tear through concrete.” He raised his arm. “See.” He flexed his biceps.

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A giant woman eats the 24-inch cock of a massive muscle servant of God… who unloads GALLONS of JIZZ in her stomach! [unique FREE PAGES!]

The thing was hot and hard. Actually, the hottest and hardest thing she’d ever felt on a human body. «It’s harder than my husband’s biceps when flexed!» And probably thicker too. With her tongue out, she slurped all over that prodigious endowment without even bothering to take out the pants, feeling the blood flow inside it even beneath all that cloth.

“Bitch likes eating clothes? Wipe it out, you stupid cunt.”

She looked up, never able to get angry at a being so perfectly sculpted and a face so divinely masculine.

“I’m afraid of what I’ll see. Ouch!!

With a powerful motion, the man slapped her cheek.

“Stupid hoe. Taste my manhood before I get angry and force it down your body.”

“Oh, daddy!” She whimpered, sliding her fingers inside that man’s pants and trying her best to pull them down. As hard as she tried, however, she kept failing. Only after many minutes could she pull that cloth down, for the man was so massive he stretched it to the brink of rip-and-tear.

Under the dark pants, he saw the prized manhood he so possessively guarded. The monster, all curled up, was like a tumor in his boxers. He could already see its meat from many parts of the over-stretch undergarment, throbbing and spewing juices from its engorged cum-slit.

With her tongue out, she tried her hardest not to cum as she pulled the boxers down. Then… *flomp!* The monster was freed.

Ouch!!

The creature literally punched her face as it sprung free from the constraints of the cloth. *punch!* *flooomp!!* The noises it made were coarse and bestial. As it set soft on the booth, it reached down to its floor –a penis longer than the entire body of a child!

“Holy fucking…!”

*Slaap!!* Again, her face was met with a blow from the priest.

“You giant, disrespectful whore. Don’t you see we’re in the house of god? Watch your mouth, slut, or rather: shut it up with my manhood in it, which is the only true manhood you’ll ever get the honor to feel!”

That monster sure was sure of himself… but how couldn’t he be?? She was still frozen before all of… that! That man’s soft cock was longer than a man’s whole arm, and when she wrapped her hands around it, she realized her fingers were far from touching each other on the opposite end. He was thicker than a bottle of tennis balls… and was completely dormant.

“Shit!” Her thick lips drooled. “Shit!” As her eyes went up the shaft, they were met by the monster’s cannonballs. To say that he had balls of bull would be too much praise to any bull; that guy’s testicles were as large as fucking pineapples, and so heavy that they forced his massive scrotum down to where his knees would be if he were standing.

Placing her mouth on that shaft and sucking its meaty surface, she held one of those balls with a single hand, which was incapable of enveloping even half of the sphere! Not only that, but her well-trained, strong biceps visibly bulged and stretched her dress as he tried to lift that ball and squeeze it. The monster was as heavy as a bowling ball and as hard as iron. She placed both hands –one in each ball—and played with that bull’s sperm tanks as she drooled all over his prick.

The beast was not only long, but veiny. Large arteries as thick as fingers throbbed on that monstrosity as she tried to coat it fully with her slobber. She worked that creature up and down, lowering herself to the floor and ripping the dress on her ass, slurping and spitting and sucking all that steel-hard rod, yet still she felt her efforts were for nil: the monster was huge to the point of needing five women like her to be completely caressed.

Still, she redoubled her efforts. She wasn’t going to bow down for one arrogant priest –as massive and horse-like as this priest was.

While she worked that shaft, her hands played with his balls. She could feel the heavy semen sloshing inside them, with the sperm-makers throbbing to produce more gallons of jizz as the priest lifted his head and grunted like a caveman, filling the booth with both his bestial sounds and the steam coming from his body heat.

Uuurh!!” The huge stallion roared. She squeezed those sperm tanks more vigorously, knowing that this pleased him, and the priest started to move around the booth, making it creak as his massive body was overtaken by pleasure.

There was a brief fear in her that someone would hear that… but she no longer gave a fuck. «I want this animal in my mouth now!» She took the penis with both hands, which were still too few to grab and lift that indescribable anaconda.

“Jesus, you’re hung!” Her eyes doubled as that soft cock filled her arms. Her muscles were flexed and hard just with the act of holding that thing still. The man was more than huge; he was an aberration; his size made more acceptable only by matching the size of the rest of his body.

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