I love being a strong powerful woman of muscle. Just look at the size of my biceps. Glistening and oozing power. You know just by looking at them that I possess serious strength. I don't only love talking about it. I love showing it off, too. And, not by just lifting weights. I love using my big, strong powerful hands to crush things. I take two oranges that feel so tiny in my giant hands, juicing them and splitting their skin open. Their fragrant smell erupts as I squish and crush them. You didn't realize how much you loved watching a woman of muscle flex, talking about her muscles and he...

I love being a strong powerful woman of muscle. Just look at the size of my biceps. Glistening and oozing power. You know just by looking at them that I possess serious strength. I don't only love talking about it. I love showing it off, too. And, not by just lifting weights. I love using my big, strong powerful hands to crush things. I take two oranges that feel so tiny in my giant hands, juicing them and splitting their skin open. Their fragrant smell erupts as I squish and crush them. You didn't realize how much you loved watching a woman of muscle flex, talking about her muscles and her crushing abilities, did you? I split open the peels of two more oranges in the palms of my hands. You can hear the juices spew out as I split them in half with my powerful hands. I follow suit with two plums, breaking open the skin. You watch in anticipation as I slowly squeeze the plums, listening to the sound of the skin splitting open. Between crushes I flex and show off my biceps, flexing and talking about my crushing power. The fruit juices are running down my arms, accentuating my muscles and power. Fruit after fruit, crush after crush, flex after flex, I seem to gain even more power as I pull your soul into me.