Latia is flexing her biceps, murmuring to you in her dusky voice, asking if you would like to feel her muscles. She reckons you might be afraid, but urges you to come close. Her arms glisten with oil and you see her biceps ball up again and again. As only Latia can, she lets her eyes bore into yours, asking encouraging you again and again to feel her bulging muscles. Finally she laughs, and then your hand appears and tentatively feels her right biceps. You grab her left biceps and she declares she could crush your poor little hand! Then it is her right biceps you take in your hand and she make...

Latia is flexing her biceps, murmuring to you in her dusky voice, asking if you would like to feel her muscles. She reckons you might be afraid, but urges you to come close. Her arms glisten with oil and you see her biceps ball up again and again. As only Latia can, she lets her eyes bore into yours, asking encouraging you again and again to feel her bulging muscles. Finally she laughs, and then your hand appears and tentatively feels her right biceps. You grab her left biceps and she declares she could crush your poor little hand! Then it is her right biceps you take in your hand and she makes the hard thing ball up over and over again. I bet you like that, she whispers, looking down at you. Again and again she flexes, telling you she has spent hundreds of hours in the gym, sweating and coming to tears with the effort. You have both her biceps in her hands now, and she taunts you, telling you to squeeze hard, asking if that is all the harder you can squeeze. In the end, she points at the camera, telling you she wants you next. You cannot disobey this woman.