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Prima donna Darcella.

Priscila.

The pictures were taken.

Priscila Sol.

Ramona.

Lillian Tiger.

Linda Shane.

Judith Pock.

Sylvia Loren.

And Sharka Blue.

Do you realize?

When you're in the shower, the telephone always starts ringing.

At this time, I was waiting for Pierre's phone call,

impatiently.

Hello? Pierre and I had lived together for 20 years.

I had come from Brazil, and there he was. It was instant love.

In our relation,

sex was very important.

We made love everywhere.

In bed, on the washing machine, you know, the vibrations. Or on the kitchen

table.

That's the reason why I let him organize a special date to give the relationship

and our games more freedom.

I decided to have my image a bit more. He slept tight and glowed but barely

covered his head.

Hello?

In the car, a young woman was waiting for me. Her name was Patricia, and she

the one who was supposed to do the show.

She told me, let her guide me. She knows what to do.

Patricia and I exchanged glances. She knew what she had to do, and it

was obvious that she was delighted by my innermost charm.

Even the driver looked at me from the mirror.

The truth is, I didn't know what attitude I was supposed to take.

And while he had waited for us,

Pierre hadn't lost his time. And he had taken a certain advice from me about the

party.

Before arriving at the party, my companion looked at me from top to

and suggested, oh, last correction.

The thing I still strongly remember is the contrast between a fresh night

and the warmth from my hot pussy. The whole look of our driver.

And the warm look from my hotel.

My pussy was burning with impatience. I knew something incredible was

going to happen to me.

I was going to get fucked as I never had before.

Would I at least have the possibility to choose?

Oh, Pierre.

Where are you?

It was at that moment that a dark feeling made me throw up a gloomy

I was hearing two sounds that clearly looked normal.

That's why Pierre had made me come.

So I could see how he fucked a dirty bitch that shouted like a pig in a pit.

That was it.

I was going to act like a jealous woman.

I

decided

to do things Anyway, I knew Pierre very well. Although his dick was

huge and possessed by a bitch's pussy, I knew I could make things even better,

making him cum all over that fucking girl's face.

And while the other guests arrived, I enjoyed my moment with that poor blonde,

coming there with her mask for the sperm.

She couldn't do anything else but put her sperm on.

And now with mom.

I suppose it's a new ritual.

Anyway, this cool version of the ritual didn't seem inhibited by those rituals.

Without a doubt, she was enjoying it, feeling the energy of her hands on her

body that were carrying her, stretching for her pussy in her arm. She

was really dangerous.

She knew the rules of the game and she knew how to give pleasure to men.

Was Pierre going to fall in her trap?

Oh my God.

Thank you.

Oh.

After flirting a bit with everyone, she dedicated her energy to the three

shepherds that were surrounding her.

I was starting to get bored.

At the start, I was hoping Pierre would take hold of me. But now, I didn't want

anything from him. For that thing he took my mind off Patricia.

It was strange the way that girl attracted me.

I, who had never had a lesbian temptation before.

And then Patricia came to fetch me.

And I realized that was what I've been waiting for.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Amen.

Thank you.

It was the first time I was going to make love with a woman.

And well, it was marvelous.

Thank you.

I discovered sweetness, smoothness,

those strokes and feminine pleasures I hadn't yet known.

Talking about Pierre, the morbid bastard, he didn't find anything more

interesting to me than to record our meeting with Patricia's complicity.

I hope.

I hope.

Thank you.

um oh

Aw.

Aww.

Hmm, being sexually satisfied.

I could not benefit from that. I could not benefit. But I

started

having dreams.

and sex was always present. I talked about loads of men and women

fucking that stuff. It was a luxurious

ambience and they knew what they were doing.

Ugh.

Thank you.

Um...

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

Help me.

Mwah.

Oh, man.

Patricia's parents would post me up. She took me down to the living room where

she said the surprise was waiting for me.

Okay.

Those things could have come out of temptation.

For those men who looked at me, I had a nurse to stick their cocks into my

mouth, right down to me, deep down my throat. I wanted to catch them the way I

knew how to. I wanted them to forget who I was. And let them take me freely,

penetrate my body, my mouth, my guts, my arms.

I wanted the hot sperm to cover my face and fill my mouth to the brim.

I absolutely lost all control over myself.

I wanted the passion to cover me, to capture me and control me.

And I would end and end and live with it.

And while Patricia disappeared,

I was in that house of pleasure, where I forgot anything of my own.

I drank with pleasure, experiencing my first ever grub.

End of the film.