I get it...you go out one night, have a few drinks, and you think to yourself "I have control over my thoughts, my desires, my thoughts, my needs...I have it all under control". Then, in just a split second, your sobered up mind is filled with the images of exactly what you're addiction is all about. You're reminded that you're powerless over my biceps. You can not control the thoughts of my biceps bouncing and how powerful they are. You succumb to what you thought you had under control. Just look at them. Look at their peaked perfection. So hard and round, with thin skin vacuum sealed aro... Show more