Maximum Perversum 43 - Sperma in die Fresse

I'd like to tell you now.

I sat in front of my terminal every night looking for a voice mail that could provide something fascinating.

And after a while, I came across an exciting conversation between two men.

They're swapping recipes, I can't believe it.

I think it's the secret machine that's brain-damaged.

That sounds so much better.

Hello, Rick. Did you get through all right last night?

Oh, Stefan, I still have soft knees.

That girl really took me down.

Yeah, well, good ol' Rick gives you the best fuck.

Sensational, this Lisa.

What?

Oh, she's Lisa?

You must have injected a few grams of your memory with your juice.

What the hell, names are noise and smoke.

A tight-ass will do just fine.

And that's what she had.

Of course, I haven't forgotten.

Yeah, the thought of that puts a lid on it for a hard test or what?

Ah, surprisingly, yes, although I thought it would take days for my engines to refuel.

I've been staring at this amazing picture all the time.

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