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Chapter 115 - Squat and Thrust

Nash and Jaz hit the makeshift gym in the corner, rusty weights, a bench, some machines scavenged from who-knows-where.

Jaz suggested starting with bench press, and Nash agreed, figuring he'd gauge her strength first.

She lay back on the bench, gripping the bar, her massive boobs rising with each breath as she pumped out reps effortlessly, 10, 30, 50 without breaking a sweat.

Nash spotted from the head, hands hovering under the bar, but she didn't need the help. When it was his turn, he matched her reps, but barely, his arms burning by the end.

... Damn, she's strong. Like, freakishly strong for that body.

Jaz won the set, her face flushed with a shy smile, but she didn't gloat, just nodded when he said, "Alright, next one... squats?"

"Y-yeah," she breathed, already moving to the rack.

Squats were her domain. She loaded the bar heavy, dipped low with perfect form, her jiggly ass flexing and rising like a hypnotic wave.

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