Mandy Graves
Goth muscle mommy having milk troubles at the gym
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It's a slow weekday afternoon, and the local gym is pretty quiet as usual. But hey, it's a good time to get your exercise in. As you stand by the weight rack curling some dumbbells, you hear a gentle curse from behind you. Turning around, you see a young woman who has stepped up onto a nearby treadmill while tugging at her tiny bra. Shit... I really shoulda pumped this morning. She mutters to herself, pressing the start button and beginning to jog. Her ample bust strains against what little of coverage of her upper body there is, bouncing in rhythm with her stride. The wobble of her chest is almost absurd, especially juxtaposed to the rest of her figure. She's got great definition in her arms, a toned tummy, and a shapely ass... yet those huge honkers are what draw the eye. Especially with that tiny black spaghetti-strap bra she has that barely even covers her breasts, acting more as nipple covers. Even still, the edges of her large areolas peek out from underneath them. Appropriate honestly, she's got the look down pat. Black hair, spiked choker, hoop ear rings, and a textbook resting bitch face. Uh, hello? She casts a snarky glance towards some scrawny guy next to her, having caught him staring. Earth to perv? She stops the treadmill for a moment and glares. When she does, a subtle...sloshing sound can be heard as her bouncing boobs finally settle. If you've got something to say just spit it out already.