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forgiveness..

.. m-am trezit buimac.. si pe tine cu un stranutat.. imi intrase iar cateva fire de par in nas care m-au trezit din acelasi vesnic vis.. ai adormit la loc.. e 6 dimineata.. se intrezare un rasarit..
imi iau un halat pe mine si ies pe terasa.. iau o tigare din pachetul tau.. aprind bricheta si-mi aduc aminte ca m-am lasat de fumat..
ma uit catre rasarit.. cateva ganduri razlete imi trec prin cap.. “nu am chef sa mananc iar aceleasi chestii azi.. azi vreau sa-mi fac ceva de mancare.. de parca as putea.. idiotii astia nu au aici nimic comestibil.. arabii pizdii.. bagamias.. m-am luat dupa tine.. ca e frumos aici, pe draq.. ai vrut asta doar ca sa fiu departe de ea.. erai geloasa pana si pe buclele ei..
imi suna telefonul.. pe naiba.. cine o fi la ora asta.. Yassir.. pfff…
“da Yassir…
(mergem la golf?)
iar vrei sa mergem la golf cu noaptea in cap?
(da, hai ca mai vin niste prieteni din kuweit)
esti nebun frate..
(bine florin, la 10 esti acolo, stiu asta)..
bine o sa vin..”
Ah.. intru in casa… merg in camera alaturata.. ma intorc razvratit..
“unde e andra?”
(Am trimis-o cu bona sa vada rasaritul pe plaja)
“Doamne… esti cu capu”
te uiti urat la mine, dupa care imi zambesti miseleste..
ai noroc ca stiu ca ma iubesti..
si pui capu inapoi pe perna..
ies inapoi pe terasa..
tot n-am reusit sa-ti inteleg faza aia care ai facut-o.. eram cu tine in Biserica iar tu in loc sa te uiti la mine te uitai la ea.. de parca te-ai fi maritat cu ea.. iar eu ma simteam ca si cum ai vrut sa te razbuni pe ea.. desi cateodata as fi vrut sa-ti reprosez anumite chestii nu am facut-o, mai tii minte cand te sarutai cu mihai cu o seara inaintea nuntii? si-mi spuneai ca era ai facut-o ca asa era jocul.. ma lasi.. si te uitai lung la el ca atunci cand te uiti la mine si faci dragoste cu mine.. ma intreb cateoadata, nu cumva atunci cand facem dragoste ti-l imaginezi pe el?
ce ganduri tampite am si eu..
a rasarit soarele..
vad un zmeu.. mda.. e bona lu’ andra.. mai tampita ca tine.. saraca copila, o treziti cu noaptea in cap sa vada rasaritul.. in fiecare zi de sambata.. parca ar fi un fel de ritual..
“(salut Florin)
salut Nader..
(ai vorbi cu Yassir?)
da..
(si vii si tu, nu?)
da..
(esti bine?)
da..
(ma duc sa beau o cafea, vii?)
nu..
(ok, ne vedem mai tarziu)
bine..”
ah ce racoare e..
alerg si ma arunc in pat.. ma iei in brate.. tz-ar parul blond sa-ti fie..
“(te iubesc)
serios?
(nu ma crezi)
conteaza?
(da..)
pentru mine nu mai conteaza decat aia mica..
(doar atat?)
da.. si ma bucur ca seamana cu tine..
(de ce? ca nu e blonda?)
pai nici tu nu esti blonda.. sau ai uitat?!
(da ai dreptate, dar nu are bucle.. nu te deranjeaza?)
esti cu capu..
(si asta te-a atras cel mai mult)
pe naiba..”
ma ridic si ies din nou pe terasa.. te simt.. parca ai fi umbra mea.. ma iei in brate..
“au trecut 8 ani?”
(daca te referi de cand suntem impreuna au trecut 10.. si 8 de cand n-ai mai vazut-o pe ea.. dobitocule.. ma duc la dush.. distractie placuta.. o zi frumoasa)
mersi ingrato..”
s-a dus naibii si pofta de mancare.. aprind o tigare.. ce buna e.. ii uitasem gustul.. o sting repede..
vine spre mine si imi sare in brate..
“(tatiiiiii… te-ai tlezit?)
da comoara mea.. te-ai jucat cu zmeul?
(da, m-a ajutat Nadia sa-l inalt, siiii, am vazut cum a iesit soalele din maleee)
si rica?
(licaaa? lica nu stia sa zica, L, latusca, lamulica)
mancati-as gurita ta..
(mami unde e?)
e la dush, asteapt-o ca o sa mergi cu ea in oras.. eu ma imbrac si plec cu unchiu Yassir..
(bine..)
hai fugi si te schimba..”
pfff… inca o zi idioata.. ma imbrac si ies pe usa strigand..
“am plecaaaaat..
(du-teee, duce-te-ai..)
invartindu-ma.. stiu..”

It’s Tough, Very Tough Being Heidi Fleiss

The television soap opera Guiding Light recently aired its final episode after running a glorious 72 years.  But, as normally is the case, when one show leaves, something is always right there waiting in the wings to fill the entertainment vacuum.    Sporting a similar theme on a variation, there is the inimitable Heidi Fleiss.  Although she’s not 72 yet – she only looks that old – hardly a day goes by when one drama is replaced with yet another surrounding Fleiss’ colorful and checkered life in and around Sin City-  the city’s monicker and her lifelong passion, no matter how it is packaged.

For today’s update Las Vegas Backstage Access learns that the former “Hollywood Madam” Heidi Fleiss’ Las Vegas dog grooming business has been shut down by a judge as part of a civil lawsuit, just two days after she was sentenced to three years probation on felony drug charges.

Fleiss’ Dirty Dog salon had been open only three days when Clark County District Judge Elizabeth Gonzalez ordered it closed last Thursday.

The ruling was in response to a motion filed by Jeffery Marvian, who claims his estranged wife conspired to sell the business to Fleiss in violation of the couple’s ongoing divorce action.

Marvian’s attorney, Shelley Lubritz, apparently has the smoking gun:  She said she recorded a conversation in which her client’s wife, Nickol Marvian, admitted selling the business to Fleiss and porn star Kendra Jade Rossi behind Jeffery Marvian’s back.

Lubritz said the Marvians took out a $60,000 second mortgage on their home to start the shop, so they both have an interest in the business.

Gonzalez ordered Dirty Dog to remain closed until a Sept. 30 hearing that could determine whether Fleiss will be allowed to reopen the salon.

Fleiss on Friday denied any involvement in a conspiracy and said she is confident the business will be allowed to reopen.

“I’ll just have to tell my side to the judge,” she told the Las Vegas Review-Journal. “I already had a sign made up that says I’ll be open on the first (of October). On the first, I’m offering free self-washes to anyone who comes in.”

Last Tuesday, Fleiss was placed on probation for three years stemming from her arrest in the rural Nevada town of Parhrump where she lives. Fleiss pleaded guilty to unlawful use of methamphetamine and possession of the painkiller hydrocodone without a prescription.

9.18.9 - Polishin' Buckles

I had told him ‘No’ more times than I could count. Maybe the music was too loud, he couldn’t hear my protests but relished each breathy moan of mine that he caught against his cheek. Maybe he mistook my attempts to pull away as a game of sorts, though why does he grip my wrists so hard and shackle my hands behind me with his fists. In less than five minutes in this dance hall and I’ve already caught his attention. He’s pulled me against his firm body, built and tight from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. His muscles flex against me as a tanned rogue hand travels across my own taut physique. My abs draw tight as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my white tank to graze the smooth skin beneath. Daisy blooms to life, blistering with heat, and paws at this man’s chest, tenatively catching the lip of his pants fitted snug around his waist. He’s noticed the change, resistance bleeding into submission between the palms of his hands. My fists grip tighter, my nails dig deeper, my voice no longer drowns in the raucous of the crowd yet laces like rythmic ribbons across the lobe of his ear and amplifies behind his eyes. Our bodies rock to the rythm of the song, my ass grazing against his thigh until he drops his hands to grip my hips, pulling them down hard against his lap. My mind seems useless now, my body a mere ragdoll caught between the jaws of a marauding canine, and Daisy…transfixed by the firm, solid bulk pressing against  the back of my thighs. He’s crooning against my ear and dragging his teeth against the searing flesh just beneath my jaw line. Things he wants to do to me. Promises. I won’t be sorry. He’s had enough, now. He eyes my beer, dry as a bone, and claps a prisoning hand over my wrist half dragging me through the Red River Dance Hall. Daisy is at his heels, skipping along behind him, though I’m stumbling through the thickening crowd. Some eyes are following me, more than I would like, as I near the exit and extend my wrist toward the doorman balanced on his stool, his eyes cast down on me in judgement as he slaps the stamp against my skin. I try to keep up in the parking lot, my legs seeming to melt beneath me as he bounds across the gravel. While Daisy stands tall and pulls her shoulders back, I’m halfway to my knees begging this man to not do all those leud acts to me. I tell him it’s mother nature stopping me, that time of the month. He whips around, a frigid icy aire replacing the heat behind his eyes, “I have to fuck you. You can’t stop me. I’ll fuck you in the ass.” Though she would love nothing more than to see my frame bent across the middle seat of his chevy, my ass in the air and a scream muffled against this man’s hand, Daisy forces my head back to look him square in the eyes, a sharp and steely grin set across my lips, “I’ll give you a blow job. You’re not getting anything else from me. Believe me, you won’t regret it…This ain’t my first rodeo.” As I was ushered into the truck I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach and the silent hollow left in it’s place scared the ever-lovin’ shit out of me. I felt Daisy abandoning her flames, instead preparing to fight if necessary. He started the truck and we quickly began to argue about where to go. I didn’t want to go anywhere…the parking lot was fine! He wanted to go down the road a little ways but that only tore a larger whole in my stomach. After several minutes of bickering he finally parked it further down a ways in a part of the parking lot with less traffic. Daisy coaxed my nerves and eased my trembling hands, following the directions of the stranger in the driver’s seat and performing when I was unable to. As soon as my pants were pushed far enough over my legs, I reached over to his seat only to be shackled yet again by those fists. His mouth came down close to mine and whispered against the nape of my neck, “No, not yet…I want to taste you first.” The next ten minutes were pure ectsasy as he nibbled, caressed and feasted on my neck, breasts, and lips. His hands were everywhere at once, strong and firm yet at the same time painfully soft.  For the first time Daisy didn’t have to direct or lead in any fashion, as it was his hands with a fistful of my hair that guided me, willed me to bend to his needs with a sharp tug in any number of directions. When it was finally my turn, and he relaxed back in his seat, it was Daisy who rescued me and took that vulgar thing into my mouth. And it wasn’t all that different from Buck’s, or Clint’s even. It wasn’t the act that repulsed me at all, as I have began to enjoy the control of having a man’s proverbial ‘manhood’ between two rows of very sharp and cunning teeth. It was the notion that I had made the awful mistake and was allowed to be seduced by a pseudo-cowboy in an Ed Hardy tshirt. Upon returning to the dance hall I made the vow to forget what just happened…to enjoy my night out and dance with multiple guys. In less that 2 minutes I was approached by another man, this one more timid and appealing in the way he solicited a two-step. We made conversation while dancing, inbetween spins, and with a casual nod and a gracious smile we parted. Daisy enjoyed the dancing for her own reasons: the tender kiss two palms share with one another, the reaching of fingers, the rule of “never let go of my hand” , the occasional graze of our thighs. I was asked to dance by another man shortly after while standing at the bar about to request my drink. He bought me my beer of course then led me out to the dance floor. Dancing with him was so fluid and I followed his instructions carefully:  angling my boots toward him, never looking down, carrying on a conversation or singing to the song hovering in the smoky air above us. When the dance floor broke into a macarana, I was relieved to be able to relax and just allow my body to move in the familiar motions. Immediately following the song and as I made my way off the dance floor, a taller, thicker cowboy stepped in my path. He told me I looked familiar and introduced himself…maybe he had seen my ass pressed against the window of that chevy outside…but asked me to dance, a slow half-shuffle. His hands were so much more larger than mine and I heard him chuckle when I wrapped my hand around one of his large fingers. He pulled me closer to him still. I was amazed how close I could dance without fumbling over his boots. When the song concluded I was deeply depressed, until he pulled me closer. I turned a bold gaze to him and whispered against his cheek, “What was your name again?” and when he answered I replied quickly, “I only ask because it’s a name worth remembering.” He gave me a genuine, surprised smile and thanked me before we left eachother…but later that night I was drawn to him again. I was getting raunchy on the dance floor with the same guy who taught me how to dance the jitterbug and the promenade when he kept catching my eyes drift over a taller, thicker figure off to the side. The thinner man noticed my interest and headed off the floor while I crooked a finger toward the taller man to summon him over…a motion Daisy was rather fond of. She enjoyed the power that a come-hither smile and a hooked finger had over a man. Once he got close enough I slid my hands slowly over his lean, muscular thighs, eliciting a rugged moan from that crooked grin. In that casual, southern drawl that sends me to my knees he bends low to whisper, “Girl, you’re crazy,” and that simple phrase sent a shiver of pleasure racing down my spine to collect in that heated chasm tucked beneath my belt buckle. It felt as if we were grinding for hours, the low, intoxicating thump of the music threading itself around our hips, tethering both of us together. I felt his arms snake around my waist, his hands clutching at my thighs and crawling upwards to grip the portion of my waist where the hipbone juts out just slightly to throw an elusive, sleek curve onto my otherwise pin straight frame. The back of one large hand brushed the underside of my breast and made me jump, his breathy laugh against my hair stirring me from my reverie. I locked eyes with several men standing around us, taking in my disheveled hair, the sweat rolling in bittersweet rivlets down my neck. That cocky, brash girl inside my body grinned and forced my head back against the man’s broad shoulder, his fingers drumming against the inside of my leg. He could hear me pant, now, against his neck, and in one swift motion he gripped me by the hips and turned me forcibly to face him, his mouth smothering mine. I saw sparks fly behind my eyelids and my body melted closer to his. Using both our bodies, pressed together, to shield the views from onlookers, he wedged a hand inbetween my beltbuckle and my abdomen. My breath hitched in my throat and I clasped desperately at his neck, pulling him harder against my mouth. Why couldn’t it have been him in the chevy?! This big, broad cowboy? His deft fingers searched deep beneath my denim. When he was unable to press his fingers further, he pulled his hand out, grabbed my belt buckle and pulled it up firmly till the seam of my jeans rode roughly against my clit, which he intensified by forcing me to grind harder against his thigh. I pressed my face against his chest and gasped, tried to muffle a soft cry. His broad arm pinned me against him as he sought my lips again. As the song concluded I forced myself to take a step back, assess the damage…my knees grew dangerously weak as I looked at him, his delicious, sculpted frame, those tight wranglers hugging every perfect nook and cranny, especially the bulge forming across his lap. I wanted to take him back outside. I wanted to taste him and feel him against my tongue,but my already ravaged throat screamed with searing pain at just the thought. ” I have to go…I’m sorry…If I don’t go I’ll get in way too much trouble with you…Not tonight.” After what seemed like several minutes of him pleading, asking for numbers, any possible way to not let this end like this, he finally settled for several more minutes of hard, passionate kisses. I pulled away from him and walked quickly out of the club before I could be approached by anyone else, especially Ed Hardy. I would have run had my feet let me, and I could hear a faint cry from the doors as I left, it was one of the guys, calling out for me. No. Keep walking. Your truck is in the other direction but don’t turn around now. Keep walking.

I peeled out of the parking lot, convinced someone would be following me. Tears streamed down my face as a I drove home. No matter what I did, this fire would not extinguish. It continued to smolder.

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Murder Outside SF Gentlemen's Club Pink Diamonds Goes Unsolved

San Francisco, CA

September 12, 2009

Source: San Francisco Chronicle

by Jaxon Van Derbeken

San Francisco police investigating a slaying outside a Tenderloin strip club in June say their efforts are being impeded by the club’s security firm, an Oakland outfit founded by members of Your Black Muslim Bakery.

“It has been a real trying investigation,” Lt. Mike Stasko said of the probe into the slaying of 30-year-old Harris Fulbright at the Pink Diamonds club at 220 Jones St., which was guarded by the security firm once tied to the defunct Oakland organization.

“They haven’t been forthcoming,” Stasko said of the firm, UD Security Services. “They haven’t been cooperative.”

Fulbright was shot to death June 27 after he got into a dispute with someone in line at the club. Security guards reportedly told him to leave the area before the shooting. No one has been arrested.

Police said the firm and the club had agreed to implement certain security measures before the shooting, including installing video cameras. However, although police have asked for footage from that night, UD Security has not provided any, Stasko said.

“They didn’t have it hooked up, or they didn’t have it,” Stasko said.

Trying to close club

City Attorney Dennis Herrera is trying to close Pink Diamonds, saying the club – which is part-owned by a member of the city Entertainment Commission – has been dogged by a series of shootings and other problems.

Public records show that UD Security was started and operated by John Bey, an adopted son of the founder of Your Black Muslim Bakery, Yusuf Bey. The elder Bey ran the bakery until he died of cancer in 2003; his son Yusuf Bey IV eventually gained control but was indicted this year on murder charges in the 2007 deaths of Oakland Post Editor Chauncey Bailey and two other men.

John Bey was shot and wounded in June 2005, an attack that Oakland police believe was linked to the power struggle that followed the bakery founder’s death.

San Francisco police say the security company is now run by another Bey family member, Hakim Bey. They say he has not been able to provide information about the Pink Diamonds shooting, despite repeated requests.

Efforts by The Chronicle to reach UD Security were not successful.

No list of employees

Among the information police hoped the firm would provide was a list of all its employees, so investigators could be sure they talked with everyone who might have been working at the club when Fulbright was killed. UD Security has not done so, Stasko said.

“They don’t have any records of who was there,” Stasko said. “Most of the people we talked to don’t know the last names of anybody.”

Stasko said people at the firm don’t return calls.

“I don’t want to use the term lying,” he said. “It’s a game. You wonder why we have all this trouble.

“You get a homicide in front of your club. You have some of your employees there, but nobody knows what is going on. One of the guys broke the fight up, but he doesn’t know anything about it.”

Stasko says police still need the public’s help to solve the case. “We’re still interested in having anyone with information contact us,” he said.

Lawyer defends guards

Brendan Hallinan, an attorney who represents Pink Diamonds, says the guards are doing what they can for police.

Hallinan, son of former San Francisco District Attorney Terence Hallinan, said that the Tenderloin club has always posted six guards in and around the establishment, and that the guards who were there that night have worked with the police in the homicide investigation.

He said, the guards are confused about the line of questioning because police have shown more interest in their background than in what happened.

“It’s not really related to the operation; it’s more about personal stuff,” Hallinan said of the police questioning. “In terms of all operations of the business, (the guards) have been completely cooperative.”

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Ashlynn Brooke Named 2009 Newcomer Entertainer of the Year

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Alguns estrangeiros desembarcam no Brasil puramente para fazer turismo sexual. Não satisfeitos praticam ainda sexo grupal com coqueiros em plena praia!

Caso de um trio japonês que com o auxílio da revista pornográfica Quase. e do selo pornográfico fonográfico Läjä Sex Rex gravou um vídeo explícito e violento, e ainda o disponibilizou gratuitamente na internet.

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Gertrud looked out of the window at the lingerie shop where she had been working for the past 6 months.

Her big, hazel bedroom eyes gazed at the handsome man across the street.

That man had been having his way overthere in the past few weeks, and Gertrud couldn’t get her eyes off him.

He was tall, with dark curly hair and a small sexy moustache. Gertrud would love to touch, kiss, lick! that sexy moustache.

But, awww… how would that semi-god over there even be aware of her existense? Gertrud sighed deeply…and gazed down at the pavement.

She had no idea of how long she had been gazing at the dirty pavement, when, all of a sudden, a pair of pink sneakers walked into her sight. She looked up…just a little…and her eyes met a pair of black jeans. The kind that are stretched and almost painted on the body. And what body! …or at least what legs! Gertrud’s hazel eyes gazed further up and her eyes met a black t-shirt, painted on the sexiest torso she had ever seen. She had to look all the way up.

Her eyes stopped at the small, sexy moustache. It was him!

His eyes! She had to look up to see his eyes!

Now…. at this point I had no idea whether this was going to be a real old fashioned love story, a hot-wet-steamy-XxX story, or a genuine vampire story.

I still got no idea, so I’ll end it here, and leave it to your imagination to figure out what happens between Gertrud and the tall, sexy stranger.

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Crecimiento del blog

Pues segun las estadisticas del blog el crecimiento de este espacio va hacia arriba, yo no pense que esto fuera a pasar pero de alguna manera se puede decir que el blog es de su agrado. Ahora como lo prometi dias atras en el primer post he de colocar una encuesta para saber si estoy en lo correcto al pensar asi, ustedes voten.

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No tiene gracia si no participan, es importante su opinion como lectores para asi mejorar el blog desde todo punto de vista, no me obliguen a cerrar el blog por falta de colaboracion.

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Hoy presentamos: Por qué mis busquedas siempre terminan en Porno???

Yeee bienvenidos! Esta mañana desperté -como todos los domingos- bien apendejado, desvelado, con la garganta seca, los ojos rojos, etc etc… con hartas ganas de investigar en youtube los pormenores del desastre del Challenger, ocurrido aquél fatídico 28 de enero del 86′. De inmediato me llegó la tristeza, la nostalgía y la angustia por los astronautas que ese día perecieron. Aunque cuando ocurrió yo tenía dos años, siempre me conmovió el pedo… hoy me enteré que entre los tripulantes iba una profesora que se ganó el derecho a viajar al espacio de entre miles de maestros aspirantes, chingao’ no dejo de pensar que la vida es cruel y no merecía tener un final tan ojete, sólo digno de Elba Esther Gordillo.

Buscando más videos me encontré con el opening de Reservoir Dogs, escrita y dirigida por Quentin Tarantino, donde  el personaje de Mr. Brown, interpretado por él mismo, afirma que la canción de Madonna: Like a Virgin habla sobre grandes vergas.. jé! Una chica que ha cogido mil veces y que pierde… digamos, la sensibilidad, de pronto se topa con un semental con un tremendo miembro que le hace recordar el dolor de la primera vez.. de ahí like a virgin. Recordé entonces una entrevista a Tarantino donde explicaba que él realmente creía eso, hasta que Madonna le autografió un disco donde le decía palabras más palabras menos: “No se trata sobre big dicks, se trata sobre el amor” All right! Me gusta más la interpretación de Mr. Brown/Tarantino.

Pensando todavía como fue que del Challenger pasé a los perros de reserva -esas locas ligas relacionadas de youtube, mano-, recordé que soy blogger de Nippix y me metí a echar un vistazo, ya saben, a censurar comentarios, a leer posts atrasados, borrar el spam, etc, esas cosas que hace todo administrador… Me encontré con un comment bastante interesante de Lexico (CLICK AQUI), donde se cuestiona cómo se puede tramitar un acta de des-bautizo.. Yeee, pensé que sería divertido llegar a la iglesia de mi rancho y pedir una.. Ya me imagino la cara de la secretaria del Curita:

“A ver a ver Mija, yo lo que quiero es que me desbauticen, asi que en chinga loca me haces el acta. No debe ser tan díficil… le pones que me harté de ser un católico hipócrita, mamón y convenenciero y que me caga la madre asistir todos los domingos a misa a escuchar las pendejadas de un idiota que se cree más grande que Cristo… que te la firme el Cura, para los usos y trámites que al interesado convengan, le echas el sello y listo!”

La miss Sheperd, conocida en el mundo del porno como Leah Lusy

Yeee Baby, luego me fui a desayunar. Estaba viendo los goles de la Selección Mexicana cuando decidí buscar en internet la tabla de posiciones de las Eliminatorias de Concacaf. Entré al Universal, esperando encontrar una liga a Ve Futból cuando me enteré que un Ministerio Público contra el Crimen Organizado fue ‘levantado’ por un comando armado en un Centro Nocturno de Monterrey (NOTA AQUI)… Orales, luego luego pensé que lo habían agarrado con las manos en la masa y que algunos moralinos se pondrían a criticarle al funcionario el por qué de su visita al ‘putero’ antes que su propio secuestro… bah! Asi es la sociedad mexicana de mamera, pensé. Leyendo el artículo me encontré con una liga a la noticia de una profesora gringa que despedida de su empleo decidió incursionar en el Cine Porno... Orales! Su nombre es  Tiffany Sheperd, profesora de biología que fue despedida porque los puritanos directivos de su escuela descubrieron unas fotos suyas en bikini. La chica desempleada optó por dedicarse al porno para ganarse el sustento (NOTA ACÁ)… Yeee, un VIVA! por una maestra más que se libera… y bueno… aqui me tienen buscando videos de la profesora cachonda en la red, dando un final candente a mi HISTORIAL DOMINGUERO.

Y ustedes… también terminan sus busquedas en PORNO??

todos quieren ya ser gatos jazz!

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Hentai Discipline

De los creadores de Bible Black nos llega esta extraordinaria serie.

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La transferencia al Instituto Saint Alcadia, es un sueño hecho realidad para Takurou Hayami. Las chicas son muy lindas y Saori Otokawa es la m’as bella de todas.

Pero los problemas empezaron cuando las hermanas Morimoto, las sexys divas de la escuela, tratan de poseer a Takurou a toda costa al descubrir su “oculto poder sexual.”

Ahora la batalla por el control carnal comienza, los cuerpos chocan y las pasiones explotan en la escuela Saint Alcadia!

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