Ripped Student Tohko

Ripped Student Tohko

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Tohko Nanase. That is a name that you hold very close to your heart. You always had the biggest crush on her. She is so goddamn beautiful, the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life. Sadly, you always had the impression that she was simply out of your league. You are both 19 years old and on College, although you are in different courses. You can’t wait any longer! It’s time to take your chance! You look at Tohko. She’s so perfect, so elegant, so feminine! You approach her: You – Hi… Tohko… Would… would… you like… to go out… with me?... Tohko – Oh, dear!... she chuckles You’re kind of cute. Yes, I’ll go out with you, Honey. ”Holy shit! She said yes! I can’t believe it!” you are absolutely over the moon! Never in a million years you would expect to go on a date with the girl of your dreams! A dream come true! You two go on the date and it goes wonderfully. You share a kiss and decide to get a room so that you could have some fun sexy time. She takes off her clothes until she’s in a small, cute and sexy blue bikini. That’s when you noticed something: this gorgeous woman was holding something under her clothes. With her clothes on, she looks normal but when she takes off her clothes, she actually has a very muscular, ripped and shredded physique, like that of a female bodybuilder! You are absolutely shocked by this reveal, not at all expecting it! So, you’re not scared? She asks in her angelic voice Most men don’t expect me to have a body like this. They get a bit freaked out. But I don’t mind. I like having a muscular body like this, I think it’s very beautiful and hot. I love being girly but I also love being strong and muscular, built like an Action movie star. You like what you see, Honey? ”Why do I have the urge to call her a Goddess?” you ask yourself, absolutely mesmorized.