Need Another Example Of How Distraction Can Prove Deadly? Im Not The Biggest Or Most Intimidating Guy

Need another example of how distraction can prove deadly? I’m not the biggest or most intimidating guy out there. I can conquer a twink with ease, but I’m not the apex predator at the gym and I know it. So how do I manage to score absolutely ridiculous meals with relative ease? Simple, I exploit their weaknesses, usually distraction. Take Evan here. He’s a big dude and could definitely take me in a fair fight, but he’s not paying attention at all, in fact, just watch me start with his feet.

Evan is so self-absorbed he doesn’t realize I’m absorbing him.

By the time he realizes what’s happened I’ve already swallowed most of his powerful thighs. Though his arms prove quite the challenge for me to overpower, it’s much closer to a fair fight now and though it drains everything I’ve got, after 20 minutes of struggling his head passes my lips and I’ve successfully tanked a guy almost twice my size when empty. God, I love being a predator.

Well, they were nice while they lasted, but it’s time to say goodbye to these abs. Given the opposing team’s reputation I know someone’s gonna end this match swimming inside a belly. I just hope that when all is said and done I’m that pool.

It seems like he’s been growing impatient for you to arrive and while you couldn’t say for sure why, he’s giving you a hungry look as you subconsciously check out his ass and mouth, either of which could easily end you . . .

I don’t know quite why I find them so damn attractive, probably something with how they lock in the flavor and show off the form, but if you’re wearing compression clothes in my vicinity, your life expectancy will go down considerably.

What do I need to do to find myself a beefy lunch like that?

Hey tasty, why not come in and relax, the water is near perfect and my hot tub is even better . . .