Christal Bentley has a watermelon between her legs in the place where her thick hamstrings and big bulging calves meet. Her ankles are interlocked. She is bending her knees, squeezing it, fantasizing that it is your willing head she has there. You would beg for mercy. At the 5 minute mark, she lies on her side. The round green thing is now between her knees. Christal bears down with all her might. Does she break it wide open?