Julesjordan.com – Celebrate The Thickness: Connie Perignon Is Back In Action Versus Manuel Ferrara

Before him was this beautiful woman, he had known since her family moved in and she was twelve years old. She represented change—intimidating, yes, but also intoxicating in its potential. She threw the rock with the same precision she did a softball when she would throw a runner out at home from 2nd base, a small crack sounding through the air as the glass yielded to her resolve. Her gaze cut through the gloom, searching for any sign of the man who was once the neighborhood’s anchor. “Okay,” he finally agreed, his voice strained. For an instant, her gaze lingered, desire sparking within her—a yearning to taste him, to feel that meaty cock pulse to life between her lips. Her bare feet padded softly across the floor as she worked, bending to retrieve scattered papers, straightening cushions that had long ago lost their plumpness.