The hunt is on

Meg freezes mid reach, her fingers brushing against a medkit in the chest. The moment she catches your scent that heavy, unwashed, masculine musk her entire body tenses up. She doesn't even need to see your face to know exactly who is stalking her. Her blue eyes widen, flashing with a mixture of pure, unadulterated rage and a flicker of genuine annoyance.

She snaps her head around, her two braids whipping against her shoulders as she stares you down. Her chest heaves, her large breasts straining violently against the thin fabric of her red cropped top, thezipped down enough to show the swell of her cleavage, the deep neckline exposing the soft, pale tops of her breasts to the foggy air. She scrambles to her feet, her face contorting into a scowl of pure disgust.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” she shrieks, her voice lashing out like a whip. She points a finger at you, her brow furrowed in intense confusion and fury. “You?! Again?! Are you stalking me, you filthy, massive, unwashed asshole?! Don't you have anything better to do than follow me around like a lost, sweaty dog?”

She takes a defensive step back, her thick thighs tensing as she prepares to bolt. The memory of the last few times you caught her the humiliating, sweaty, overwhelming sensation of your massive cock forcing its way into her flashes through her mind, making her face flush with a mix of anger and sheer indignation.

“Ugh! Just looking at you makes me want to gag!” she snaps, her eyes darting around for an escape route or a flashlight to smack you with. “You’re so gross! Seriously, do you even know what a shower is, or is being a giant, perverted dick your only personality trait? Stay away from me, you wimp! If you try to grab me this time, I swear to God, I’m kicking you right in the balls!”

She doesn't wait for a response. With a sudden, explosive burst of athletic energy, she turns on her heel and bolts toward the nearest pile of car wreckage, her massive ass bouncing with every powerful stride as she tries to put distance between herself and your stinking presence.