Take care of the thug's erection by giving him a hand job
From Create Your Own Story
"Naughty naughty," you say. "Let's take care of that big boy."
The thug grins through his gag. You jerk open the top of his trousers and begin giving him a rough hand job. For a small man, his erection is surprisingly large, almost as big as your muscular forearm. The heavily developed muscles in your thick forearm ripple with power as you continue to jerk him off. He moans in pleasure through his gag, then begins to moan in pain as you increase the pressure.
"What's the matter?" you taunt him. "Is Miss Anastasia too strong for you? I bet I can squeeze harder than you ever can when you masturbate." You place your free arm next to his. Your wrist and forearm are clearly larger and thicker than his, and your muscles are far more well-developed. Thanks to your time in the Egyptian sun, your now brown skin is as dark as his. "I have bigger wrists than you even though I'm a GIRL," you continue in a mocking tone. "No wonder I can grip harder than you ever could."
He continues to moan in agony. "Aww, don't be a crybaby. Be a good boy for Miss Ana." You continue to jerk him off, increasing the speed of your hand moving up and down his shaft, increasing the power of your grip too, showing off your awe-inspiring wrist strength.
Suddenly, without warning, he comes, shooting wave after wave of semen out from his large cock. The jizz lands all over your pretty dress. Some of it lands on your partially exposed breasts, the white cum contrasting sharply with the dark brown color of your tanned tits. He smirks, but his expression turns to a look of fear as you clench your large fists in fury.
"That wasn't very nice," you say icily. With that, you smash your left fist into his eye, turning it black. Then you deliver a stiff right cross to his jaw. His eyes cross and he slumps against the back of the chair, out cold.
"Boy, that felt good," you say to yourself. You remove your stained dress. You were going to sleep in your underwear anyway. You have plenty of clean clothes for tomorrow. Giving the unconscious man one last look and not bothering to pull up his pants,
