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The other day a guy asked me if I wanted to get "splattered?" I figured we were going for cocktails. But by the time the fourth man-load shot across my face I guessed that drinks were out of the question. "Thanks," I said, as I landed a juice bomb of my own all over his ankles. "Sure," he said, and he reached for his socks. |
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Emanuelle in America
Amongst the Ashes
Bad Johnson
Society
Taekwondo
Eyes Wide Shut
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
Absolutely Fabulous: The Last Shout
Auto Focus
Jumpin' at the Bedside
Brotherhood
Beautiful Beings
Country Love
L'orgia
Teaching Mrs. Tingle
Midnight Cowboy
The Erotic Rites of Frankenstein
Ballad in Blood
Playboy's Real Couples - Sex in Dangerous Places
See How They Come
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