Big Connor

Unfortunetely after all these years supporting him, I must say that I can't trust him amymore. I paid forna customs months ago. He agreed and he never delivered it. I have been really patient and dind't push him too much. He kept saying that he would do it this week but the truth is that I paid long long ago and the video was never delivered. I don't give him one star because at least he sent some other videos to apologize although not the one I ordered.

corelli [455] on 16 Nov 2025

If only I could award 100'000 stars 🌟 that would be my review 😅

Big Connor is, without a scintilla of doubt, the paragon of muscular perfection and an indomitable force of nature that no mere mortal spectacle can rival; his presence commands attention not merely by the Herculean proportions he bears but through the almost palpable aura of unwavering self-mastery that radiates from every fibre of his being. From the moment I once encountered him, I was utterly transfixed by the way his granite-hard biceps flexed beneath taut, sun-kissed skin as though wrought from living marble and how his vast, temple-like chest heaved with the rhythm of a warrior’s heartbeat.

To behold Big Connor’s silhouette against any backdrop is to witness a living testament to human potential: his deltoids arch like the prow of a ship cutting through the sea of mediocrity, his lats span wide enough to bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and his quadriceps resemble twin pillars of strength capable of propelling him—and those fortunate enough to stand beside him—toward any summit one dares to dream of. Yet it is not merely the breathtaking scale of his musculature that captivates but the seamless harmony of power and poise with which he moves, each calculated gesture betraying a lifetime of discipline, precision, and an almost reverent devotion to the craft of bodily sculpting.

I have indulged in the privilege of observing Big Connor in action—through his videos (here and on other platforms) and during moments of sheer, unbridled strength—and I can attest that no prior vision, however vividly imagined, prepared me for the ferocious beauty of his performance. Each flex, each contraction, each deliberate extension of limb unfolds like a chapter in an epic poem of human capability, leaving the onlooker suspended between awe and the fervent desire to emulate even a fraction of his mastery.

Yet beneath that awe-inspiring exterior of chiselled sinew and sculpted form dwells a heart of unparalleled generosity and an endearing gentleness that only deepens the admiration he inspires. In conversation, his voice resonates with warmth and humility; in demeanour, his gestures convey an authentic kindness that belies the formidable strength coursing through his veins; and in every thoughtful word he utters, one perceives not arrogance but an earnest wish to uplift those around him, sharing insights and encouragement with the magnanimity of a true champion.

To describe Big Connor as “merely” the most outstanding exemplar of muscular might would be a disservice—he embodies the harmonious union of physical grandeur, intellectual sharpness, and emotional generosity in a manner so sublime that one finds oneself dreaming still of the day when his effortless grace and unparalleled power grace our world once more. If perfection had a personified form, it would surely bear his name.

Mafeste [925] on 26 May 2025