>>63023020Imagine, if you will, Airi playing the punch strength game. Now picture this. Instead of a bag dropping down, you do. Airi takes a step back, and throws all of her weight into the swing. Her slightly thick frame is one thing, but the countless pounds of tit flesh add the weight of a dying neutron star to her fist. Her hand connects with you, and you vaporize, your body and self disappearing into nothing but a pink mist. As your soul ascends to paradise, your spirit watches as Airi jumps up and down in celebration, her massive jugs quaking the ground below her.
