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Flexy Romance
(Story: Arnold Ziffel @arnoldziffel1, Artwork: Tan Yk @tanyk)

She was a blonde. A blonde to make blind man blink. You could almost hear the creaking of fabric strained against all the stiffening cocks. It was not just a bunch of the dudes; some of the girls got all nippily and excited around her, too. It was like she was royal, the uber-babe of all babes, and her fans were bowing before her. With a rather apologetic smile, she re-stacked her heavy textbook pile on one steel ingot of a forearm. Shoulders worthy of a fullback were exposed in her sleeveless, short-waisted hoodie. It left her taut stomach half exposed, flat as concrete and apparently just as hard. She had thickly cabled columns of bulging muscle shapes on teardrop thighs that could squeeze me into the next life, petite knees and then calves that must have been 20 inches if they did not snap the tape wrapped around them. The quintessential hottie. This could be the one I hadd been looking for. 'Are you okay, Trish?' an XXXL beef-o-saurus yelled, glaring at me like a German Shepherd on guard duty.

The Black Burqa illustrated, part two
(Undisclosed)

Sfiyah visited just now, and she was quite excited. "Ayesha, I have a task for you." Uh-oh, I thought, she wants me to bake a cake, and I'm a really rotten cook. But that wasn't it. "You know Jawaria?" "You mean the one married to Dawud?" "That's right," said Sfiyah. "Well I was with her yesterday, and she has a big bruise on her cheek." "How did that happen?" "She said she bent over and hit it on a tap, but I don't believe that's true." "Why would she lie?" "To avoid the shame of admitting that her husband beats her. You remember, you didn't tell anyone when Raafid was beating you." "So why is it your problem?" I asked. "It's a problem for all of us," she replied. "We are all sisters, and so we must care for each other." "Maybe he had a good reason to beat her?" I wondered. Sfiyah gave me a withering look. "Like Raafid had a good reason to beat you?" "Good point," I admitted. "So what do you want me to do about it?" "I think you should Raafid him. Do what you did to Raafid." "But that was different. He was going to marry off Maryam when she was only thirteen, and I just lost my cool at him." Sfiyah shook her head. "That was the trigger. But the real reason was all the abuse you took over so many years. Well, now Jawaria needs your help." "Why me?"

The Burglar and the Walkyrie
(Artist: Athena2)

The burglar decided to try to break into a house of Jana that he should never have broken into. He makes his way by the window and finds a window open and creeps in. She then comes down the stairs. He sees she's a huge muscular woman. Without warning, she grabs him by the throat, throws him to the ground, and then stomps her foot on his neck. She then strips him down and puts on very heavy body scissors and a face lock as she hears him whimper in pain. She puts on more pressure and then smothers him with her butt and her strong muscular breasts and then starts rubbing his crotch as he starts to feel dazed She continues by putting head scissors on him as he lays there with her on top of him as she continues to stroke him after putting a painful head-scissor on him She then face smothers him more and more making hard for him to breathe twisting his nipples. She starts showing off by flexing her beautiful sexy muscles. She makes him worship her muscular legs by telling him to feel my powerful thighs as he continues to do so. She lays beside him feeling him up as he gets excited and starts smiling enjoying it as he gets totally relaxed she grabs his head and puts a huge face lock on him taking away his air he collapses on the floor and walks off camera.

The Burglar and the Walkyrie 1
(Artist: Athena2)

The burglar decided to try to break into a house of Jana that he should never have broken into. He makes his way by the window and finds a window open and creeps in. She then comes down the stairs. He sees she's a huge muscular woman. Without warning, she grabs him by the throat, throws him to the ground, and then stomps her foot on his neck. She then strips him down and puts on very heavy body scissors and a face lock as she hears him whimper in pain. She puts on more pressure and then smothers him with her butt and her strong muscular breasts and then starts rubbing his crotch as he starts to feel dazed She continues by putting head scissors on him as he lays there with her on top of him as she continues to stroke him after putting a painful head-scissor on him She then face smothers him more and more making hard for him to breathe twisting his nipples. She starts showing off by flexing her beautiful sexy muscles. She makes him worship her muscular legs by telling him to feel my powerful thighs as he continues to do so. She lays beside him feeling him up as he gets excited and starts smiling enjoying it as he gets totally relaxed she grabs his head and puts a huge face lock on him taking away his air he collapses on the floor and walks off camera.

Measure 4 Measure
(Artist: Builtmore)

Shot at Muscle Beach Hotel on Venice Beach, we had beautiful Valentina with us for a video shoot that day. After a little makeup, we had a little interview with her. She hit different poses for the camera but before we would go further, we wanted to measure her body and she was more than excited and ready. She was huge with 15 inches biceps, 44 inches chest, 17 inches calves, and 24 inches quads. Fortunately, we had Saoirse with us and she was so passionate to oil Valentina's body. Things got a little kinky as Saoirse had unintentional laughter as she was oiling her body. At one point, Saoirse asked if she could oil her chest again. We don't know if Valentina took Saoirse with her. To end the shoot Valentina changed her dress from bikini to sexy lingerie and posed for us with Hip hop music in the back to have a classic Californian Vibe.

The Black Burqa part two
(Undisclosed)

Sfiyah visited just now, and she was quite excited. "Ayesha, I have a task for you." Uh-oh, I thought, she wants me to bake a cake, and I'm a really rotten cook. But that wasn't it. "You know Jawaria?" "You mean the one married to Dawud?" "That's right," said Sfiyah. "Well I was with her yesterday, and she has a big bruise on her cheek." "How did that happen?" "She said she bent over and hit it on a tap, but I don't believe that's true." "Why would she lie?" "To avoid the shame of admitting that her husband beats her. You remember, you didn't tell anyone when Raafid was beating you." "So why is it your problem?" I asked. "It's a problem for all of us," she replied. "We are all sisters, and so we must care for each other." "Maybe he had a good reason to beat her?" I wondered. Sfiyah gave me a withering look. "Like Raafid had a good reason to beat you?" "Good point," I admitted. "So what do you want me to do about it?" "I think you should Raafid him. Do what you did to Raafid." "But that was different. He was going to marry off Maryam when she was only thirteen, and I just lost my cool at him." Sfiyah shook her head. "That was the trigger. But the real reason was all the abuse you took over so many years. Well, now Jawaria needs your help." "Why me?"

Promises, Promises (Part 1)
(Story: Spoonmaster)

When a beautifully buff gym promoter enters the life of a loving married couple, she promises the young wife (and other housewives gathering around her home), that this new Women's Only gym could bring them superhuman strength; a thought that fit the fantasies of this young couple to a T. The excited wife (convinced she would reach this goal) made her loving man promise to wrestle her using all of his strength when the time was right, and that she would overpower him utterly and out-wrestle him like a pillow (even though he is much larger than she is), and if she couldn't, she promised to use her ample assets on him for as long as he wanted. What did he have to lose, even if super strength for his wife was an impossibility - or was it?

The Black Burqa part two
(Undisclosed)

Sfiyah visited just now, and she was quite excited. "Ayesha, I have a task for you." Uh-oh, I thought, she wants me to bake a cake, and I'm a really rotten cook. But that wasn't it. "You know Jawaria?" "You mean the one married to Dawud?" "That's right," said Sfiyah. "Well I was with her yesterday, and she has a big bruise on her cheek." "How did that happen?" "She said she bent over and hit it on a tap, but I don't believe that's true." "Why would she lie?" "To avoid the shame of admitting that her husband beats her. You remember, you didn't tell anyone when Raafid was beating you." "So why is it your problem?" I asked. "It's a problem for all of us," she replied. "We are all sisters, and so we must care for each other." "Maybe he had a good reason to beat her?" I wondered. Sfiyah gave me a withering look. "Like Raafid had a good reason to beat you?" "Good point," I admitted. "So what do you want me to do about it?" "I think you should Raafid him. Do what you did to Raafid." "But that was different. He was going to marry off Maryam when she was only thirteen, and I just lost my cool at him." Sfiyah shook her head. "That was the trigger. But the real reason was all the abuse you took over so many years. Well, now Jawaria needs your help." "Why me?"