Crowne's fist & steel ball in my cunt, part #1

You have two well-placed freckles.

Oh, really?

To get *********.

I think it gives you ideas. Is this man married?

I know.

We talked, he told me he'd been at the Comédie Française for ages.

And now that he's next door, he's gone again.

And he told me he was surprised to see how they dusted Molière's plays.

And so I took over.

But he didn't tell me if he went to the Comedy or not.

It's disgusting to eat a trap.

Oh, oh. Hey!

Yes, it fits!

Oh, my.

I could have taken the little piggy too!

A little silk?

Upsy-daisy.

Hey, hey. That's great!

So good!

Wow!

It's not very forced either.

Oh, yeah, I'm acting like I'm pushing.

No one's seen or heard.

It's not bad.

She's well-trained.

How hard it is to get in.

You're not really forcing it.

You don't have the time either.

Shall we slow down for the video?

All right!

The only idea!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, my God!

You don't want that, do you?

You want to rub it in, don't you?

We may not be able to do it, but we still have to try.

Oh, fuck.

I'd like to know more if he's in or out.

He's still in there.

Oh, yeah.

She's pushing.

How?

She's pushing.

But you took a model.

Kind of light, though.

I got the cheapest ones.

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