Chapter 7

The crowd moved away on its own. People moved out of her way when they felt their presence. It was befitting to one of the Top Babes of that beach: she was respected like a deity, and only few other women there shared the same treatment.

These women were all there, in the front row and on front seats to watch his spectacle.

Him.

Him…

When the last people moved away from her, she finally saw him.

Pump!

Pump!

Pump!

Her heart, throbbing.

Her womb, throbbing.

Her pussy, throbbing.

Her big butt, throbbing.

Her massive mammaries…

Squish!

Squish!

Squish!

She wetted herself when she saw him. Harder. She released a thin, long trails of squirt that filled up her underwear and ran down both of her legs, forming big puddles around her feet.

Her squirt was several times thicker than the squirt of an average woman, and thicker than the semen of any male, but in that room… a few more portions of squirt were at least as thick as her own, and she saw these squirts—and squirters who produced them—there!

There!

Right there!

Right next to her!

Standing on the side of the stud as he exercised and pulled enormous weights with his big, virile body!

…

Pump!

Pump!

Pump!

It was too much.

It was too much to see.

Certainly too much cock. Too much meat…!

“Uuuurh!! Uuuurrh!! Rooooaaarr!!”

It was too much to concentrate.

Focus.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and focused on what was most important in that scene. On the only thing that mattered in it, in fact.

The only thing that mattered in that gym. In that beach. In the whole goddamned world.

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

BOOM!!

She focused on him.