What the hell are trapezoids, you ask? They are these double mountains of solid muscle on which my neck and head rest.
I call mine “man-traps“ because they really draw in the men I want the most: other muscle geeks that understand and do all the work themselves that goes into building their own.
Traps are the true “love handles”: I can open up just enough space between my arms and torso for my guy to slip his hands through and wrap around my wide-load lats and up my back to its crowning glory where he gripsandhangs on to them for dear life..
…which is my cue to send up my steely shaft and give him a taste of paradise. We’re like two perfectly fitting pieces of a muscular puzzle. ❤︎❤︎
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ps: this story has nothing to do with the model! Just so you know…
