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You reach to your side and grab the metal railing as tightly as you can. Nervously, you peer down at the girl. She is still smiling up at you, brushing her long hair away from her face, effortlessly supporting the full weight of the crane with her other hand. She finishes brushing her golden locks, and erotcally beckons you with her middle finger, pouting as she does so.

Pertrified, you force yourself to look away, pressing your head against the wall as hard as you can. Down below, the girl grows impatient.

With the slightest twitch of her awesome strength, the woman shakes the immense crane so violently that your firm grip on the metal pole is broken and both you and Harry are catapulted from the crane like helpless toys.

The ground is little more than a blur as you are rocketed high up in the air. You stomach feels as if it being left behind as you feel yourself start to fall. As you get closer and closer, the grey blur is suddenly replaced by a blue one. Seconds later you and Harry splash into the sea.

The icy cold has knocked Harry from his trance, and both you and he desperately swim for the surface. Your motion becomes more frantic as you yearn to breathe again, your vision narrowing as unconsciousness beckons. Just as you are about to pass out, your head breaks the surface. You look around, trying to find Harry. He is nowhere to be seen.

You heart pounds as the seconds pass. Could Harry be dead?

Suddenly, you hear a splash behind you, quickly followed by spluttering gasps for air. You quickly turn around and see that Harry is safe. After you check he's okay, he swims for the shore. It is then that you hear another splash. You turn just in time to see a blurry figure diving off the docks towards you.

You wait, expecting the person to surface for air. They do not. Suddenly you see the muscular outline of the supergirl beneath the waves, effortlessly travelling through the water at impossible speeds. You try to swim away, but within seconds, you feel an impossibly strong hand grasp your arm. It is a grip that cannot be argued with, one that says 'It's a real effort for me not to crush your arm, so don't break my concentration.' You turn to face your fate.

The girl is even more stunning up close than she is from a distance. Her face is enough to make grown men swoon, her delicate lips having no need of lipstick. Her hard muscles look as though they have been carved from rock and almost manage to make her look as immensely strong as she actually is. Her breasts swell forward so far and are so incredibly pert that her nipples are pressed firmly against your skin, even though she is holding you at arm's length.

You feel yourself falling in love with her as your eyes meet hers. She takes a deep shuddering breath as her excitement increases, making her breasts bulge outwards. Her erect nipples rub up your chest, ripping through your t-shirt like wet taffy. Her teats feel many times harder than titanium as they brush over your skin.

Clearly with a great deal of effort, the girl manages to break your stare, and begins to power herself towards the shore. You see her muscle-packed buns flex like living steel as she treads water with enough force to accelerate towards the shore far faster than any powerboat. She effortlessly tows you along with her, not even noticing the extra friction you cause.

In a few seconds, you have reached the shore. The girl reaches up with her spare arm and grasps the concrete dockside wall hard enough to make the material crumble like sand beneath her fingertips. Without even slowing down, she uses her hold on the wall to lift both you and herself from the water and up onto the side of the docks.

As the water drains from your bodies, you examine her awesome body one more time. Her long mane of hair is draped down her well-built physique, running about halfway down her muscular torso. Her cunt is covered with blonde hair and is so full of love juices that it is overflowing. Her vaginal fluids are so plentiful that they slowly ooze down her thick, muscular legs.

As the sun drys her skin, the girl steps closer to you, the top of her head about eye level. Despite the fact that she is shorter than you, you know that she is many, many times more powerful. She reaches around your body and gently lifts you from the ground, quickly manhandling you until she is cradling you like a baby.

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