All of it

Gunnar was surprised but happy as he gave light tugs to her bra cups, but his magnified strength resulted in her bra ripping right open in front, her abundant boobs spilling forth into his large hands. Distracting her by massaging, thumbing, and diddling her nipples and knockers, he slowly pivoted her over to his leather couch, then instructed her to get on it while on her knees. With her knees on an armrest and her taut proud buttocks hoisted high in the air, Gunnar grabbed her panties and chuckled as they ripped right off her, then was also amused as she gasped when he nudged his engorged glans against the squishy softness of her labia. She was clearly panicked by his hugeness, yet lacked any desire to stop him. Getting a firm grip of her thrighs, Gunnar pushed his way past her clenching maw of womanhood, but not far. He stabbed and rocked and swizzled, stabbed and rocked and swizzled. She turned her head and he could see her getting all red in the face, her eyes bleeding out tiny tears of hurt -- yet she continued to push herself onto him with frenzied kamikaze determination. At last he was able to get a good steady in-out gallop going, and before he knew it she was slamming into one climax right after another, getting off on the sheer ludicrous size of him. She orgasmed like a madwoman, the kind of madwoman that gives sanity something to be scared about, and finally, after her own twelfth knockdown-dragout cavewoman climax, he felt it pulse, then let fly, and nearly half a pint of his hot marshmallowy manseed got pumped deep into her, most of it squirting right back out and leaving one hell of a big white sticky gooey mess.