Lala's Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret
The dressing gown fell away, as Lala opened her legs wide, hooking the backs of her knees over the armchair’s rests, exposing her pink and brown vagina, and the black hole of its interior.
‘Kneel down,’ she said. Sèdonoudè did so. He brought his face closer and closer, until the mild whiff of piss and sexual juices entered his nostrils, at once repulsing and attracting him, like pheromones calling him from across wild plains. He put two fingers of one hand on the lips of each labia, and spread them apart, exposing more of the pink muscle and beckoning hole. With the index finger of his other hand he rubbed Lala’s clitoris gently round in a clockwise circle, and watched, fascinated, as the li
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