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Jarvis 2022-01-18 08:01:28
On weekends, dead house, show movies, watch movies, hate movies together. Godard's films are basically a large number of fragmented accesses, which can be said to be symbols, metaphors, quotations, or garbage, just like this satirical film of modern civilization. The shot was rubbish, and the dumb shot was...
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Rudy 2022-01-18 08:01:28
This is the movie that I have seen the most car accidents. The pimple PPT is as good as always. The music is rich, and the non-stop car horns are also good. There is even something similar to freestyle. The oral sex at the beginning is more than a lot of novels. They are all well written, the front is very beautiful, and the back is a bit fascinating. I think there are really animals that have been hurt and not just pigs. A movie lost in the universe. The title of the pimple is...
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Aryanna 2022-01-18 08:01:28
"It's a rubbish movie, all I met are...
Weekend Comments
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Corinne: I went with Monique to her room. Not bad. There was a fire. I took off my raincoat. Monique looked at me. She asked why I seemed to be shivering, if I was cold I could undress. No need to feel embarrassed. Then she helped me.
Roland: To do what?
Corinne: Take off my skirt and pullover.
Roland: I see.
Corinne: I was in my bra and panties. I went to the fire. My back was to her, but I knew she was watching me. I asked why and she said nothing. She didn't reply, so I turned around. She was by the window, her back to me. She sensed my gaze. She took off her dressing gown. She was naked. She asked if I thought her bottom was too big. I said no. She turned around, parted her legs and asked me to describe them. I said she had white thighs and her bush was a black smudge above them. She called Paul. She came up behind me.
Roland: Why?
Corinne: To unhook my bra. Then Paul came in. Wearing pajamas, the coat open. He had a bottle of whiskey. He made me drink. Then he told Monique to go on.
Roland: What was she doing?
Corinne: Fondling my breasts.
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Corinne: Paul stripped off too, and flaunted his penis for me. He told Monique to take off my panties. He made me kneel and put my head between Monique's legs. Now my back was turned to Paul. I remember she was describing my buttocks and he gazed at them all the time then came closer and fingered them. The rest of the bottle was poured over my back. I felt the liquid run between my buttock. Paul knelt down and began to lick my ass. It wasn't unpleasant. It was quite wonderful. I felt Monique's bush against my neck, her hair mingling with my hair. While her husband caressed my buttocks, she put my hands on her buttocks and she fondled my breasts again. I felt her buttocks open to receive my fingers, then close upon them.
Roland: And you?
Corinne: They wanted me to talk about it, so that my sensations excited them.
