Gretchen slowly and seductively walks toward the gasping and quickly hardening boys. She's getting a real sexual turn on from seeing and sensing their combined fear and lust.
"Lets see if these little girlie muscles are strong enough for you. As she says that she reaches down and grabs a wrought iron 6 foot long mall bench bolted to the floor. She leans over the bench slowly and sexily bouncing her pecs and decides to curl it up to her chest by ripping it from the floor. The boys cower from the exploding bolts as Gretchen curls the bench up to her chest and then slowly twists her wrists and crunches the two ends of the iron bench together. Then as the boys watched in frozen lust and horror she smiles and licks her lips, and then takes the whole bench and crunches and compresses it together like flattening a pop-can. Throwing the mangled mass aside she says.
"Care to match me, boys?" She asks.
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