#strongman

[musclefoot]

[musclefatboy]

Guess who's still fat?!

[lily-moon03]

can a 20-40 year old just appear in my life?? :3

i need a older man who isnt as lustful(can be) and cares for my mental health and my actual well being as a person. <3

dm meeee!!

[eyeoftheeagle]

He doesn't dance with limits. He makes limits watch him dance.

One leg.

A thousand reasons to stop.

And still… he chose the stage. 🔥

This isn't just talent.

This is discipline, courage, balance, and a soul that refused to surrender.

Some people win trophies.

Some people become the reason others refuse to give up. 🦅

Respect. Pure respect. 👏🔥

[fantasybeefblog]

Strongman, bodybuilder, and coach, Jon Heck at 26 years old and 318 pounds. Jon is 6-feet-7-inches tall. He's one big boy!

[malesbros]

[allaboutsize32]

Unbelievably strong dude

[freethen1p]

thinking about ilia whose extremely cocky, especially around you..

ilia has always been a certain way. a seed was planted in him at childhood to always believe in himself. as he grew up, and his belief in himself became fruitful, it evolved into something else. something more… cocky.

you don’t make it any better. worse, actually.

he had never been prouder of himself the day he managed to attract enough of your attention to make you his. and when the two of you got married his cockiness increased tenfold. your ring finger, adorned with something made specially for you, from him, well that was everything he ever needed in life. to claim you, a subtle message to anyone that ever looked at you again.

‘yes, she’s mine.’

ilia realized very quickly into your relationship that there is in-fact, much more, he could do.

when the two of you had sex for the first time.. well, he would never let you go after that. the only foreplay he seemed to need was watching the tip of his cock touch your belly button. growing, aching for you, as small beads of precum leaked off his tip. honestly, he’d never felt like more of a man. knowing he could stuff you full—that he was definitely going to— had him smiling that stupid cocky smile at you. your hesitation only made him throb harder. so nervous and sweet, pliant and willing to let your little pussy swallow his dick whole.

“it’s okay, my love,” he cooed, leaning over to press a feather-light kiss over the quickly beating pulse at the base of your tiny neck, so easy to wrap a hand around.. “i’ll go easy on you.”

of course, he’d have to help you beyond his falsely comforting words. his fingers danced over your soft skin with a gentleness only possible. slowly, they traced the shape of your breasts, round and warm under his touch. ilia pinched a nipple and chuckled softly against your skin at your desperate whine. what a fucking dick, you thought. bruised knuckles skimmed over the wet folds before being replaced by the pads of his fingers, prodding and spreading in uncharted territory.

“so fucking wet. did i do this?” he already knew the answer, of course. your lover clicked his tongue, shaking his head, “of course i did.”

he wanted to taste you. he was greedy, drunk off of the look of the glistening arousal alone. with silent determination, ilia lowered himself on the bed, ready to worship you. he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t take it slow, no matter how much he wanted to save this moment and make it last forever.

he just couldn’t; not when you were babbling something softly above him about how badly you wanted him.

his tongue shot out at the same moment his fingers did, both exploring the warmth between your legs. for a moment beyond his control, his eyes shut and he thought that, maybe, he was in heaven. he groaned against your stiff clit with a huff of air and his shoulders finally relaxed. the taste of you danced around on his tongue unlike anything else he had ever experienced before now. you moaned sweet and loud from the suddenness of the warmth that was his mouth and that was the second time he felt it that night—the obnoxiously growing feeling of pride, or worse, and ego inflation.

with a mouthful of your pussy, he muttered something about how easy you were being for him. you didn’t care though, how could you when he was eating you out so eagerly? his lips wrapped around that little bundle of nerves between your legs and sucked gently. he so badly wanted to pull those sweet sounds out of you. over and over again. greedily, his middle finger dipped into the wetness. his saliva mixed with your arousal made it so that his finger could slip into your cunt without restraint. the second finger wasn’t so easy. you whined, a sweet sound, and clenched around his fingertips.

how were you supposed to handle his cock?

but, like with many other things, ilia was able to coax your body into a deeper state of relaxation. after making you cum once there wasn’t much resistance. his eyes followed his own ministrations, watching his knuckles disappear into your gummy walls. fuck, he could’ve come then if he hadn’t learned such strict discipline.

he quickly became obsessed with making you finish. his fingers stroked faster, curled in tune with the rest of his movements, and he was absolutely mesmerized. he hadn’t been going at it for very long, not at all, when your legs started trembling and you were practically trying to run away from his fingers.

“i— oh, mygod,”

but your man had no intentions of letting you go anywhere. he watched you, silently mesmerized, and curled his fingers a little harder, more persistent. he could tell you felt all the small changes. ilia’s muscles flexed under the warm lamp light, contorting and nearly twitching at how fast he was making them work. but, like every time he tried anything, he succeeded.

you came. more than that, actually. you squirted.

like the selfish man he could be when it came to you, he wanted every last drop of everything you had to give. it didn’t matter if it got on his nice expensive bed sheets or all over his abdomen and thighs. actually, he preferred it that way. you were gushing, like a fucking waterfall. it was the most beautiful thing ilia had ever seen. and he made it happen all by himself, of course.

“fuck yeah,” he muttered, massaging your hole with his fingers while he tapped his dick over your swollen pussy, “you must like me a lot, baby.”

he smiled, licking his bottom lip while he looked at you like a trophy, “ready to go again?”