Dominique Saint Claire - Sens interdit

You're the one who's gonna take me.

So you decide.

Oh, my God.

Look at you, so reserved, so...

So timid!

Well, I'm off my reservation.

You're always busting your ass.

It's on my head.

It hasn't worked out so far.

Big Brother.

What did you do to cure that?

No.

I got laid, my dear.

It's not good for morale.

But it's definitely good for morale.

You, you.

No, that's not possible.

Listen, you'll ask the question later.

If you leave me like this.

I'm gonna get Frank.

I don't recognize you.

And my God, that's not appropriate.

You're not the same anymore.

Yes, I found out that sex is wonderfully liberating.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Brother, we've ****** too much time.

Come on.

Such a nice thing can't be bad.

But are only the fools, the sick, the masochists,.

retards to see evil in such a delicate function.

Unless it's the vachos who don't want everyone to enjoy it.

Pity, such as freedom, it takes.

It's not described.

Say it, ombese. Or are you lecturing?

You're right, darling.

Yes, yes.

But I feel so free.

Is that so?

So much younger, you know.

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