Your core is burning, the muscles sore beyond anything you've ever felt. Why did you continue?
The answer is simple.
"Come on Anon! Just 20 more until you reach 200!" You're flat on your back, listening to Kronii's words of encouragement. There was only one single reason you were doing this.
You're out of breath, your abdominal area feels like someone dumped capsaicin over it.
You scream out a grunt of exertion, clenching your buttocks as you start lifting up your lumbar
You're up, face to face with Kronii.
Her face is slick with sweat, before you she had been doing the situp's, she had a black hairband that moved her bangs and exposed her forehead.
Your eyes drift a little downwards.
Her massive milky mammaries were bound by a large white sports bra, they were anchoring themselves on your knees, giving you the support to elevate yourself up.
You can see them, her massive salmon pink areola and the treasures that were on the middle barely veiled by sweat soaked fabric
You were glad Kronii was serving as your spotter.
She would have noticed your raging erection otherwise.

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