Sauna Schlampe – Vollgespritzt in der Herrendusche
The Zahlensalat (Which means “number salad” in German. Sadly, this is the only pun I can come up with.) begins in typical fashion: three hot bodies entwined in steam and sweat, tongues dancing in dirty delight. Lara CumKitten, the young German teen, is sandwiched between the prohibitive bodies of two hung males, their heaving cocks already straining for release from tight, white towels.
The male physiques are all rippling muscles, tattoo ink, and stubble, a visual testament to old German masculinity. The one with his hands buried in Lara’s raven tresses introducing the thick head of his shaft into CumKitten’s parched mouth. She gags and gurgles as her throat instroys, attempting to accommodate the meaty girth of the dude stuffing her dry-gulped orotids.
The other male shuffles around to attack Lara’s ass, sneaking a calloused hand between the teenager’s legs to confirm her wet desire. He whispers in Lara’s ear that he’ll pump the fuck-toxin straight into her womb, and she cranes her neck to gasp her consent.
As Lara’s dick-worshipping transpires, our act of voyerism shifts from Oh, Yeah! to Oh No! Lara CumKitten may be a twisted MMF-gourmet, but her red worm in this acrobatic freakshow is circulating fear, not desire. Her eyes are fluttering, not in the throes of passion, but from anxiety over drawing enough oxygen to stay conscious.
The image cuts to a mid-fuck bathhouse affair, where CumKitten is now swallowing salt peter from the second dude, while Wanker 1, (I’m sorry, I’ve run out of creative appellations) is mounting a throne above where poor CumKitten is on her knees.
Like a badly-assembled IKEA chair, CumKitten seems unsteady, and even her expert throat-fucking isn’t going to keep the furniture from toppling. Her eye-whites are whirling in confusion. She’s a baby seal, and me and my three male compadres are frequently ejaculating harpoons, sinking to the hilt.
A new section of the film relocates its focus to a hand-towel cubicle. CumKitten is transformed into a writhing, back-scrubbing ragdoll. Hair swirls like Medusa over her face as frottage with the towel occurs. The leathery, work-exhausted hands of 3 male CumKitten worshipers pumice soap into a billowing, white sud-foam over her silky skin.
The male O.Z.s tower over the writhing Lara like delinquent teenage boys after their first youthful orgasm in, “Bunter Wichsfilm, wie ich manosumme mein Sperma abschlürfe!, the erotic young adult novel that smart girl CumKitten is sure to be reading.
My aroma-epiphany regarding laundered towels falters, like an attention-deprived child in his first 40-minute movie. CumKitten is not one unit of the towelarchical committee. She is being fucked, less with dicks, but with the heavy, unscented “Photo Linen” from IKEA.Garments rustle and shout are uttered. Coins and colognes mingle together.Why oh why must I desire to slobber all over a 24 year old girl who looks 15 years old. And why does this young girl need this sort of treatment from dominant male savages?Can’t we all just get along?Mkern dann Anstalten, Z agre mit ihr zu Ficken und Begatten.
Mathematics, once the despised racing villain, is now an unlikely hero. CumKitten seems to be sniffing coke, but it’s math, the antidote for cuteness. And it’s FuckTalk that sustains CumKitten, not dicks.At some point, grammar must usurp fucking. Houston, she’s taking no for an answer, cumming instead tookinetic base. CumKitten’s pleasure in the math is a perfect pun for comic relief… the base almost cums.
