Iron Ivy is lying in bed. She just woke. The morning sun streams in, bathing her super muscular calves, illuminating the deep crevices between the muscles and the veins that course their way up across her insteps, her ankles and wrap around her shins. She has been experimenting with different flexing techniques, such as flexing her foot, making the calf a hard shelf of muscle. She swings her legs out of bed and to the floor and when they are hanging, all the blue vans are clearly noticeable. Then she puts her foot up and pumps her calf, making those deep striations appear. Ivy has become a ...

Iron Ivy is lying in bed. She just woke. The morning sun streams in, bathing her super muscular calves, illuminating the deep crevices between the muscles and the veins that course their way up across her insteps, her ankles and wrap around her shins. She has been experimenting with different flexing techniques, such as flexing her foot, making the calf a hard shelf of muscle. She swings her legs out of bed and to the floor and when they are hanging, all the blue vans are clearly noticeable. Then she puts her foot up and pumps her calf, making those deep striations appear. Ivy has become a wizardess in the art of calf flexing. Standing, she points the camera down, showing her own perspective on the swooping muscles.