I already know how much you love my biceps. I'd go so far to say...you're quite addicted to them. Watching them in action, as I pump and flex them. But, it's on rare occasion that you get the pleasure of seeing me curl some weight with them. In slow, repetitious movements, watching my bicep curl up my arm, filling them bigger and harder. You'd love to wrap your hands around my biceps with each rep of the weight. Feeling them getting bigger and my skin getting tighter around my arms. My peaks are like big, round baseballs. I tease you with slow flexing, allowing my bicep to roll up my arm, ...

I already know how much you love my biceps. I'd go so far to say...you're quite addicted to them. Watching them in action, as I pump and flex them. But, it's on rare occasion that you get the pleasure of seeing me curl some weight with them. In slow, repetitious movements, watching my bicep curl up my arm, filling them bigger and harder. You'd love to wrap your hands around my biceps with each rep of the weight. Feeling them getting bigger and my skin getting tighter around my arms. My peaks are like big, round baseballs. I tease you with slow flexing, allowing my bicep to roll up my arm, until finally giving it my all and exposing my peak to its fullest. I touch them, telling you how they feel like granite. My peaks are so high, I can caress them with my fingers. Close up shots allow you to see that unique peak and perfect split down the center of my bicep. I can never get enough of posing and pumping my biceps. And you...you will never be able to get enough of watching me pose and pump my biceps!