Muscle Hunk biegt sich in enger kompression

This isn't a request — it's an order. My massive physique is packed into a skin-tight compression shirt, and every flex pushes the fabric to its absolute limit. Watch closely as my biceps swell and peak, threatening to shred the sleeves with every commanding pose. This body wasn't built for modesty — it was built to be worshipped. Get on your knees where you belong. You're here to serve, to submit, to worship every inch of these powerful muscles. I know exactly what you crave — the dominance, the strength, the sheer size. I rub it in with my feet, taunting you, demanding your tongue on my soles like the obedient worshipper you are. And when the oil comes out? That's when the real show begins. I slick up every hard-earned muscle, each one glistening under the light like a living god. You don't just watch — you obey. This is more than a flex session. This is muscle domination. Don't even think about looking away.