With 45 cm biceps of rock-hard steel and 65 cm legs that could double as dumbbells, I've got an insatiable hunger for triumph. Think you can take me on?
Oh, please, give it a whirl!
By the end, you'll be gasping for breath and maybe shedding a tear or two, but you'll be grinning all the same.
I love the build-up... the way you initially fight back, how your breaths change rhythm, and that fire in your eyes morphs into something else.
That’s the sweet spot I crave, when resistance melts away and you’re exactly where I want you. No rush here. I savor every single moment.
Sometimes, I apply a little squeeze just to hear that adorable sound you make when you’re about to surrender. That's my kind of win… the art of the slow surrender.
