One of my ultimate musclepigs, Daniel Noccioli, popping those huge quads and guns out in a stringer and pouch. He usually trains all wrapped up, the teasy fuck. He has exactly the kind of ugly mug I really go for, and check out those fucking hands. Imagine those hooks around your neck as he pumps boiling ropes of silky jet-fuel into your guts. I wanna put a leash on him and walk him like a human pitbull.











