Amber/muscles

Amber was up first with her muscle fetish. Her tight, hard body was wearing a tanktop and spandex pants, all tight enough to show off her figure.

“Hope I get to blow your mind,” she grins at you and licks her lips. “And a little something else, too.”

She started up as a slow, rhythmic music kicked in. She stretched out her arms and chest in front of you, showing off her body before tightening her arms up to flex her right bicep. It ripped through her sleeve with its sheer size and power, and she did the same with her other arm just by flexing. She flexed her thighs and ripped through her pants there as well. She turned away and bent over, her firm ass flexing her glutes and ripping her pants there as well.

She stood back upright and flexed her bicep slowly, kissing the tip of it lustfully. She stretched her arms far to the side, then flexed them in tightly, ripping her shirt and tight pants off entirely just by flexing her muscles. Even her back was smooth and toned as she smiled over her shoulder at you.

“Wanna see it all?” she teases. You nod enthusiastically, in agreement with your rock hard cock.

She turns with her arms up behind her head, showing off every inch of sexy muscle she had. Her arms flexed, her abs tight, and her big tits sweaty and erect. She grinned proudly as she shoved her arms behind her back, flexing her pecs to make her tits bounce individually, a real display of muscle control. She takes some heavy barbells and curls one in each arm, letting you see the slow and steady movement of her arm and chest muscles.

“A little light for me… lemee find something a little… meatier!” She lashed out and grabs your chair, pulling you into her. She leaps naked onto your lap, wrapping her strong legs around your waist and forcing you into her big, muscular breasts. She grinds into your lap, working your cock hard with her toned bottom.

“Mmmm. Looks like I’ll be getting a good score for this one, hm?” She takes you by the neck and climbs off you, lifting you off your feet. “You like muscles, huh? Well, enjoy!”

She tears off your pants and clenches your cock between her bicep, jerking you off with them. You moan and wail as best you can with her hand around your neck, not really hurting you but still giving you shorter breaths. She held you up high as she sucked off the tip of your dick, the rest still being grappled by her muscles. You can’t help but shoot your load all over her muscled body, dripping over her curves and crevaces. She still holds you up in the air until she’s licked all the cum off herself, quite a show of flexibility given that you creamed on her thighs.

“Beat that, ladies,” she smiled, dropping you into your seat. If they’re all going to be this good, you might not even stay conscious through the contest.