Before she could even utter a protest, I leaned down and locked my arms securely underneath her knees. Channeling the full weight of my enhanced strength stat, I braced my core and lifted her straight off the floorboards in one smooth, effortless motion. Penelope let out a sharp, startled shriek, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders as she found herself suddenly suspended in mid-air.
I hauled her body flush against mine. Because of the way I was holding her legs up, her hips were locked at my waist level, and her massive, heavy fake tits were pressed tightly against my bare chest, flattening the soft, hot mounds directly against my skin. The contrast between the cool air of the apartment and the intense, radiating heat of her bare skin was intoxicating.
Holding her entire weight with a firm, vice-like grip, I walked across the messy living room until we were standing directly in front of the window.
