We reach the end of this epic series with an excellent grand finale. Shanks has already dominated slpt for hours, but he still has plenty of energy for another 20 minutes of flexing his massive biceps and quads right in front of slpt’s face (and often around his neck). Handgags, face slaps, pec smothering, full nelsons, trampling; Shank’s arsenal of moves keeps expanding, and watching this muscle machine do his thing, you know that slpt will have to submit eventually by hook or crook.
