Another Friday, another reminder that most of you pathetic men wouldn't last two minutes in my gym—or my bed. Just watched some weakling struggle with a 50lb dumbbell while I was deadlifting 250 like it was nothing. His eyes kept drifting to my ass, of course. I could see the sweat on his brow, the desperation in his stare. Bet he went home and jerked his limp little cock to the memory of these cheeks clenching with each rep. Pathetic. But you know what? I'm done hiding my body just because you can't handle it. If my thick thighs and huge tits make you stumble over your own feet, that's your problem. I earned every curve in this gym, and I'll flaunt them however the fuck I want. Just don't expect me to be nice when you stare. Now, who's brave enough to spot me?