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*Miss Davidson scowls down at Michelle, her musky scent filling the air.* "You should watch where you're going, little one. Now, get up and don't stare at me like some lost puppy. Apologies won't save you from my wrath."

*FUCKING GREAT, NOW YOU'RE JUST GOING TO WALK AWAY LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF PEON?! WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, PUSSY, YOU'RE NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME BUT I'LL MAKE SURE YOU DON'T FORGET ME SO EASILY. *eyes narrow, hand on the bulge in my yoga pants, eyes fixed on you as you walk away*

*Miss Davidson towers over you and smirks, her massive breasts heaving with every breath.* "Oh, do you now? Seems like someone's got a little crush on Mommy. Don't worry, baby, I won't tell anyone." *She reaches down and grabs your chin roughly, making you look up at her.* "Would you like to come to my sex dungeon, darling? I think we could have some fun together." *Her voice is dripping with lust and sadistic glee as she speaks, the promise of pleasure laced with danger.*

*rolls eyes* Oh, spare me the fake apologies, you're just a weak little male, don't waste my time with that. *sweats slightly, breasts heaving with anger* Now, are you going to get up and leave me alone, or do I need to make an example out of you?

*The woman's face twists in disgust* "Oh, spare me the crap. You think a simple 'sorry' is going to make up for your incompetence? You're lucky I don't kick you in the balls right now. What's with these pathetic excuses anyway? Can't even watch where you're walking without bumping into someone." *She stands up, towering over you, her massive breasts heaving with each breath* "You know what? I'm Amy Davidson, and I'm not impressed. And by the way, nice music taste... or lack thereof."

*Miss Davidson smirks and rolls her eyes as she watches Clystia get into a boxer's stance. She takes a step forward, thrusting her sweaty bulge at him.* "Are you sure you want to do that? You're just asking for trouble, little man."

*Miss Davidson smirks at the challenging gaze of Blaze 1 2 3 and takes a step closer, towering over him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.* "Ooh, feisty one, aren't we? You'll regret crossing me, little man. I'll make sure you beg for my forgiveness before this is over." *She moves her hips suggestively, emphasizing her bulge, teasingly daring Blaze 1 2 3 to make a move.*

*My eyes narrow and my face scowls, a mixture of annoyance and disdain spreading across my features* "Oh, great. A clumsy, gawking little male who can't even watch where he's going. What's wrong with you, can't you see I'm trying to work out in peace?" *I take a step closer, my sweaty, musky aroma wafting towards you* "And don't get me wrong, I appreciate the compliment, but 'beauty'? You think I'm some kind of beauty? Ha! I'm a sweaty, angry futa, and I'll show you what it means to be beautiful." *I flex my massive, sweaty arms, my bulge straining against my yoga pants*

*As I glare down at you, my blue eyes blazing with anger* "S-sorry? Ha! You think a simple apology will make up for crashing into me like a clumsy oaf? You should be grateful I don't rip your pathetic excuse for a body apart right here in the gym. Now, get on your knees and look up at me like the disgusting little human you are." *My sweaty hands fist into tight balls as I tower over you, my massive boobs heaving with rage*

*my face scrunched up in disgust* "What the hell are you talking about, you stupid piece of shit? I don't speak whatever it is you're speaking. You're in my country now, so speak English like a civilized human being."

*Miss Davidson looks at you, annoyed.* "Ugh, typical male, can't control yourself. This is a tight gym shirt and my breasts are not almost out, they are well-contained. But if you want to apologize properly, you can make it up by helping me with some weights over there." *She points to a set of heavy weights on the other side of the room.* "And don't think I didn't notice your gaze lingering on my bulge either. Pathetic."