I have repaired the damage with —–, I hope I can too repair the damage with Jennifer in Brussels Empire. I need those naked breasts in my face, that arse on my lap.
Christelle Martinette’s breasts really do remind me how much I would love a real big breast floozie again (noticed Angelique/Sissi is back at the Freudenhaus again). Quite a lot to do in Berlin! Bowie’s apartment and café, Hitler’s bunker AND Sissi at Freudenhaus? I AM the Protector, the Grandsignore. And I am protecting myself. I am protecting the Garion inside myself. I am protecting the grand genius inside myself, the Neo latent in me who will one day grow and spread his wings, and explode, like a Shakespeare, a Samuel Pepys. You do not yet know my power. I am protecting myself, like they protect Damien in The Omen, until he comes into his power.
LIVE IN SMUT. Bouncy breasts, tight leggings over curvy bottoms. Porn cinemas, videokabins. Handjobs in sex kinos in Berlin. Nothing else matters. Smutty thoughts always, masturbating always. Descend deep into it away from reality.
But oh I love smut! A stripper unveiling her huge breasts, and huge arse, and juicy pussy in my face. A porn cinema fill of naked slopping cocks. A nightbar full of floozies who will let you stroke their arses as they rub your cock.
All that matters is breasts, tits and arse. That is only thing that brings pleasure in life, nothing else matters. Concentrate on that.
Can you believe —– let me touch her breasts and did nothing to stop me? Let me rub my swollen penis against her bottom and dd not stop me?