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Dark room. Muscular arms. Memory of being his tiny babe. He was on me before I settled, his tattooed muscles covering my petite frame. Spread my legs and pushed inside with one deep thrust. I gasped, my small body stretching around his size, my ass lifting off the sheets. His muscular chest pressed against my small tits, his strength overwhelming my sexy body. He moved deep, my back arching under his weight. I was moaning loud, no filter, his muscles flexing with every thrust. My sexy body was completely his, my ass taking every inch of his power. I climbed on top, trying to ride him, but his muscles made me feel so small. His big hands grabbed my waist, lifting me easily, slamming me back down. I leaned back, hands on his muscular thighs, giving him the view of his cock in my tiny body. He flipped me over, pulled my hips up, took me from behind. My face pressed into the pillow, my ass in the air, his muscles covering me completely. He pounded deep, grabbing my hair, pulling my hea