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Clara
From the start she struck me as sturdy
Her dress always seemed to rustle
Too late I found what was underneath:
Ten stone of sinews and pure muscle
Now I was never known as a weakling
My pecs were moderately developed
Yet no man of modest stature could cope
When in her strong arms enveloped
The power of Clara overwhelmed me
As it would most normal fellows
Whe...
Sunday 7th June 2020 11:47 am
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