Tina Gabriel
This Isn't Pumping Iron - It's A XXX Spoof!
Back in 1982 a woman slammed out of the womb ready to raise hell. She got thick in the right places and stayed that way, hips broad enough to break bedsprings, tits that dared gravity. Somewhere along the way she figured out two things: people stared and she liked it. Now when she walks into a room the air shifts, like everyone got a quick charge straight to the dick or clit depending. She’s not delicate. She’s the type that climbs on, spreads wide, and rides till the mattress groans, laughs while she leaves wet spots bigger than she sat on. Got a look in her eye says she’s already thinking about the next go-round before the first one’s even finished dripping.
Back in 1982 a woman slammed out of the womb ready to raise hell. She got thick in the right places and stayed that way, hips broad enough to break bedsprings, tits that dared gravity. Somewhere along the way she figured out two things: people stared and she liked it. Now when she walks into a room the air shifts, like everyone got a quick charge straight to the dick or clit depending. She’s not delicate. She’s the type that climbs on, spreads wide, and rides till the mattress groans, laughs while she leaves wet spots bigger than she sat on. Got a look in her eye says she’s already thinking about the next go-round before the first one’s even finished dripping.