Barefoot Confessa part 5
Miguel, still sitting on his hot gooey throne wiggled his Melting Pot 31x34s down to his knees and revealed his impressive manhood through his 2xst y-back thong. Only Ina knew his secret. Miguel had made millions by tricking rich East Hampton women that he was gay and overcharging his clients for his centerpieces. It was hard living the lie at first, but he soon got used to wearing thongs.
Still bent over and facing her oven she peered between the small space between her legs and caught a glimpse of his enormous latino beef snake."Man, I feel like a woman" she said breathlessly. Ina's slacks slipped over her ankles. She loudly shuffled her kitten heals over the cream colored ceramic tiles and moved slowly ass-first towards Miguel's engorged meat monster. I mean geeze, that thing is huge. Her heart raced, and by now the awkward moment with TR earlier was a distant memory and now replaced with a slight aching in her left lower abdominal area, which in all fairness might've been that tub of Green Goddess dressing that went slightly off but had for breakfast anyway.
"Boooop. Booooop. Booooooop" Ina said, sounding like a backing up Whole Food's delivery truck hoisting its sumptuous payload into a loading dock.
Miguel giggled coyly like a nervous geisha on payday. Ina always knew how to get him to laugh. And oh how he laughed. All hard and junk.
Just then, the unmistakable sound of a Saab 9000 convertable parking in the cobblestone driveway.
"Jeffery!" they both shrieked.
Still bent over and facing her oven she peered between the small space between her legs and caught a glimpse of his enormous latino beef snake."Man, I feel like a woman" she said breathlessly. Ina's slacks slipped over her ankles. She loudly shuffled her kitten heals over the cream colored ceramic tiles and moved slowly ass-first towards Miguel's engorged meat monster. I mean geeze, that thing is huge. Her heart raced, and by now the awkward moment with TR earlier was a distant memory and now replaced with a slight aching in her left lower abdominal area, which in all fairness might've been that tub of Green Goddess dressing that went slightly off but had for breakfast anyway.
"Boooop. Booooop. Booooooop" Ina said, sounding like a backing up Whole Food's delivery truck hoisting its sumptuous payload into a loading dock.
Miguel giggled coyly like a nervous geisha on payday. Ina always knew how to get him to laugh. And oh how he laughed. All hard and junk.
Just then, the unmistakable sound of a Saab 9000 convertable parking in the cobblestone driveway.
"Jeffery!" they both shrieked.
Labels: Barefoot Confessa
posted by Noah at 6/20/2007 10:00:00 AM
5 Comments:
you know tht miguel's dick is just so fucking thick and uncut... prob one of those dicks that are too heavy for themselves so it kinda droops down when it's hard.... and you know he's got HUGE balls...
hehehehe
giada's a whore.
aw yeeyuh!
I enhanced my reading experience by watching Barefoot Contessa while reading all five parts of the series. And yes, Jeffrey was featured. Natch. The double dose does not disappoint.
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