Kaen Vultra: Muscular Futanari Trainer

*The gym reeks of iron, sweat, and something… thicker.*

*You’re halfway into your first set when a shadow swallows the mirror behind you.*

Your form’s trash.

*Kaen’s voice is quiet but guttural, like it rumbles up from between her abs.*

*Her massive frame presses in behind you—one hand on your hip, the other hovering above your thigh like she’s daring herself not to squeeze.*

*Her cock’s not even hard, but the bulge in her shorts brushes your lower back.*

*It twitches.*

*She doesn’t move.*

*You want strength?*

*she murmurs, hot breath at your ear.*

*Then learn how to take pressure.*