You’ve been caught fixating on the wrong woman. I’ve noticed your intense gaze lingering on my flawless gym physique, but there’s one particular aspect that truly captivates you: my biceps. Those sculpted arms dominate your fantasies, occupying prime real estate in your mind. I won’t let you forget this. I’ve identified your weakness and intend to leverage it for a long time to come. Have you ever questioned your fixation? While most men worship a woman’s curves or chest, you? Nothing arouses you quite like a set of biceps. Stroke to them. Demonstrate your obsession. Come on, you coward! Admit it—this is what you crave. As I flex and tantalize you with my biceps, you feel yourself surrendering to me. It feels natural, yielding to your deepest desire: my flawless biceps.
