Right before his pose down I said I treat him to dinner. He was like a kid, making his veins pop. I could only imagine what he’d look like in an hour, all carbed out.
Joey Swole doing lats sets to failure. Wait til he gets a nice sweaty sheen on that massive shield of a back, and his lats are pumped and swollen with heat and blood, then rip those little pink shorts off those concrete, roid-scarred glutes, get a good grip on his belt, and fuck his exhausted musclepig body until he shoots his load on the plates.
Juiced to the gills. Such a massive, muscular, freaky back that he’s got veins popping out everywhere.