Her shimmering titian hair is pulled back into a long ponytail, emphasizing her strong square jaw and haughty cheekbones. Even better, she’s wearing only a threadbare men’s cotton strap-style t-shirt that exposes bulging, vein-wrapped biceps and an intimidating tattoo on each muscular shoulder. Turgid n*****s poke through the thin fabric, which is pulled up high and away from her hard flat belly by breasts more enormous than any of her usual outfits had ever hinted at. But then my eyes drop lower, and ice-water floods my veins even as my made-up face flushes fiery hot. Hulking Hulga has a c**k! Absolutely flabbergasted, I goggle at its dangerously erect length, at least five times my own, and at the balls below that are bloated to bursting with eager seed. Jutting fearfully out from her ha
