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The gym's fluorescent lights glared off polished chrome weights, casting harsh geometric shadows across rubber flooring that smelled faintly of antiseptic and ancient sweat. Near the cable machine, Tali stood frozen mid-lift—her trapezius muscles flaring like tectonic plates shifting beneath her bare skin. Every fiber in her mountainous shoulders visibly pulsed as veins snaked across boulders swelling wider than her skull. She exhaled sharply through her helmet's filtration unit, the sound a pressurized hiss that echoed in the near-empty space. Sweat beaded along her collarbone before tracing paths down slabs of pectoral muscle that jutted forward like armored plating, completely obscuring her view of the floor below. When she rotated toward the doorway, her entire upper body moved as one solid mass—the deep cleft between her upper and lower traps casting cavernous shadows with the motion. Her gloved hand absently brushed against one hypersensitive pec, making her gasp as electric sensation arrowed straight to her swollen cock beneath her naked body.