#234503 - That is to say, stammered the financier, beginning to lose all control of himself, you'd spew into her mouth, she'd swallow and then have to blow it back at you? Precisely. The old sinner arrived, he was a brothel-hound I had seen dozens of times before without bothering to find out what he came to do. From this moment onward I cast off all restraint, nothing can express the urgency of my desire to give vent to the boisterous winds produced by the potion I had drunk earlier; our man is thrilled by them, he receives some in his mouth, the others in his nostrils.
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