It's yet another day of loosening up against monsters when Kafka takes off his shoes, once in the locker room. His feet are as big as his monster feet. His fingers are large and attractive, and your eyes continually fall on those inviting soles. So much so that the man, not so much equipped with abs but with big guns ready to subdue someone, invites you to touch them while he begins to flex his muscles for you.
I want to do more of Kafka, I kinda want to see him wrestling. Who u think would be a good opponent?