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  1. #472
    Fantastic. That's ass perfection!

    Quote Originally Posted by XXL  [View Original Post]
    She was a kind of nympho.

    When I went down on her she pulled on my ears like they were Obama's in order to steer my face between her legs. She pressed my head hard against her pussy and my lips got bruised against my teeth. When we fucked she wanted to lie flat on her belly with closed legs while I took her from behind. All the while I had to contort myself to finger her from my already precarious posture. A nympho is fun the first time but soon becomes a chore. I don't like frigid cows of course but as far as I'm concerned it is enough for a girl not to dislike what she does and to put on a good show and a good service for me (instead of chasing her own orgasm).

    She'd given birth once so her tits were no longer that great. They were hypersensitive though and she also demanded that I massage them. She told me they'd been damaged by her son because he'd played with them until her was four. I said did you let him suckle until he was four? No she said, but he slept with me and therefore I let him play with my boobs. I later challenged her on this: "you can't fool me", I said. "Tell me the truth, did you sleep with you son because you enjoyed his playing with your boobs". She nodded and chuckled. At least African women are transparent (in spite of their dark skin). Men are often blamed for going after younger women, but females are the genuine peados. Anyway, such a tailend is what I travel all the way to the Cameroons for. I used up my second HIV test kit to be allowed to bareback her / it.

  2. #471

    A girl I picked up in town (Yadoundé continued)

    She was a kind of nympho.

    When I went down on her she pulled on my ears like they were Obama's in order to steer my face between her legs. She pressed my head hard against her pussy and my lips got bruised against my teeth. When we fucked she wanted to lie flat on her belly with closed legs while I took her from behind. All the while I had to contort myself to finger her from my already precarious posture. A nympho is fun the first time but soon becomes a chore. I don't like frigid cows of course but as far as I'm concerned it is enough for a girl not to dislike what she does and to put on a good show and a good service for me (instead of chasing her own orgasm).

    She'd given birth once so her tits were no longer that great. They were hypersensitive though and she also demanded that I massage them. She told me they'd been damaged by her son because he'd played with them until her was four. I said did you let him suckle until he was four? No she said, but he slept with me and therefore I let him play with my boobs. I later challenged her on this: "you can't fool me", I said. "Tell me the truth, did you sleep with you son because you enjoyed his playing with your boobs". She nodded and chuckled. At least African women are transparent (in spite of their dark skin). Men are often blamed for going after younger women, but females are the genuine peados. Anyway, such a tailend is what I travel all the way to the Cameroons for. I used up my second HIV test kit to be allowed to bareback her / it.
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  3. #470

    From the disco

    Nigerian girl. She was a modern girl, shaven and owning up to having had bisexual contacts. In the course of our conversation she said:

    - "There are no laws in the Cameroons".

    - "What about Nigeria" I said. "Are there any laws in Nigeria?

    - "Nigeria is like America".

    A hard-headed girl. Sagging breasts though, rather in need of a boob job. Five minutes after she left with 30 CFA for a rather short time she knocked again on my door to ask for taxi money. I hate that. She disqualified herself for the next round. She was too "modern" for my African tastes anyway. I like my black meat to be unshaven, sweaty and slightly pissy. If I want scrubbed shaven cunts I can find them over here in the FKKs.
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  4. #469

    Another disco girl

    I didn't do much with this one. Very childish and anxious to go back to the disco. She didn't look as great naked as she did dressed. Some girls are like that. Also she had one of those botched up, protruding navels, a great turn off.
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  5. #468
    Great report! For stay, try the Hotel des Deputes, nominally just three stars, but very decent and technologically surely no more challenged than the Djeuga. Has a pool, too, and pretty much everything is half price compared to the Djeuga. Staff doesn't give a flying shit about who's in your room. I can relate to the "leech" incident, though: the Deputes pool guy tried to hook me up with a young girl and later demanded my payment from her. I am slightly averse to finance pimping studies, so I tricked him off her back.

    The taxi money is a great idea, should try that myself.

    I did not find the girls in Yaounde to be particularly vertically challenged. I hooked up with several between 1,70 and 1,80 m. But I haven't yet been to Douala, maybe it's even better there. Where is that Sanza place? The trick with the dead time between dinner and disco is to head out for dinner not before 10 pm. The boites really only get going way after midnight.

    The Carrefour de l'Intendance (also called Carrefour Campero) really shouldn't be more than two minutes away from the Djeuga by taxi, at the end of Rue Kennedy. I think the taximan took you for a ride.

    Police hassle is still very much in evidence. I have been stopped about 4 times during a 3-week-stay, only once merited due to me telephoning while driving. They will extort 20.000 Francs from a white guy any time.

    For SWs I think you're talking about Rue Elig Efi, separating the Melen and Elig Efi quarters. Students come in all ages, and sizes. I hooked up with a 22 year-old who seemed somewhat of a part-time student, she went into class maybe two days a week. Also, a lot of students may be older than what us westerners are used to, if they've had to negotiate a pregnancy earlier. Some girls are still in school for their Bac aged 23-24.

    Air France is not so bad if it weren't for the layover at CDG, which must be one of the most dreadful airports in the world. I much prefer Brussels. But then, Brussels is usually stopping over in Douala, which adds over an hour to the total flight time outbound.

    Quote Originally Posted by XXL  [View Original Post]
    First some figures (65 000 CFA = 100 euros):

    Djeuga Palace Yaound: 85 000/ day including breakfast (10 000 CFA below list price for a stay over 10 days).

    Hotel buffet dinner: 14 000 CFA.

    Taxi money to street girl for her to come to hotel later: 1 000 CFA.

    Two other discos I didn't check are Club Loft (carrefour Bastos) and Bunker night club (at "rond-point Nlongkak" Carrefour = cross-roads; rond-point = roundabout. Bastos and Nlongkak are good places to eat, unfortunately the discos get going too late with respect to eating hours so you're left with nothing to do in the intervening hours.

    A ten minutes' drive from Djeuga Hotel, the "Intendence" district (in front of the army HQ) has what the locals call "cabarets", with nude dancing. One of them is "Printemps". Have the taxi driver escort you inside, drinks are cheap and there's no cover charge...

  6. #467

    Another pick

    I liked that crack. I paid her 30k for a sex-only session. I paid her 60k for sex + photo sessions. The lingerie is lingerie I brought along. All the same, it was all I could do to bust a nut. My sex-drive went pretty much flat from day one. Age (mine) is not the sole reason for as soon as I resume my routine of work in Europe libidinous thoughts and unsollicited erections return to background level. Why is this happening to me? Is there a book I can read about this? Off topic: it seems the report count on this site remains stuck at the same level (520 in my case).

    P.S. I've just found out my camera is missing. It could've been stolen in Paris for my suitcase had a "security check transaction" label on it when I retrieved it at final destination. It had the SD card with the other girl's pics in it. Come to think of it it could've been stolen by the policewoman who searched my hand luggage when I flew back in Yaoundé. She confiscated a pair of batteries alleging I was not allowed to have them in my hand luggage. It may have been a diversion for me not to notice she was setting aside my camera. She was rummaging with gloved hands through my belongings in a suspicious way, like she was pursuing a mouse in there, all the time talking to me about how I was carrying so many medecines and what they were for.
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  7. #466

    Yaoundé barebacking fucklet (barebacklet?)

    I picked up this 27 year-old SW on my first evening in the "rue de l'Hippodrome". Not a looker but a nice butt and an especially wicked-looking crack. I'd brought two HIV home-test kits along and I used one one this girl. My aim is to convince a girl to go bareback with me so I only test myself for the girl to see. I don't test the girl. I feed her the garbage that I know she's clean and she's the one who's in danger from an old fart like me. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to bareback another girl for HIV home-kits were not available in Yaoundé (they had been in Douala back then). Next time I'll make sure to bring more kits.
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  8. #465

    Yaoundé, July 2014

    First some figures (65 000 CFA = 100 euros):

    Economy flight from EU through Paris (AF): 984 euros.

    Fee for a 6-month multiple entry visa: 200 euros.

    Djeuga Palace Yaoundé: 85 000/ day including breakfast (10 000 CFA below list price for a stay over 10 days).

    Hotel buffet dinner: 14 000 CFA.

    Downtown taxi ride with hotel cab, one-way: 2 000 CFA.

    One-hour cruising around town in hotel cab: 10 000 CFA.

    Taxi money to street girl for her to come to hotel later: 1 000 CFA.

    Playmate from disco or SW, whole night: 30 000 CFA.

    Two beer at Olympic disco: 20 000 CFA.

    Cover charge at a downtown disco: 10 000 CFA (one drink included).

    Decent meal in town: 6 500 – 10 000 CFA.

    Yaoundé airport: no hassle at customs (don't forget to bring along the WHO yellow fever booklet). The Djeuga shuttle was waiting for me. I was the only guest he'd come to pick up. He agreed to wait for some 15 minutes while I negotiated an MTN SIM-card with 20 000 CFA on it. I'd brought spare copies of my passport but none were needed. Within 30 minutes of landing, I was safely on my way to the hotel equipped with a functional phone number, not bad.

    Yaoundé's night-life suffers from the "hangover effect": night-life gets going in mid-week, climaxes on Saturday night, then dies down until the middle of next week. Sure enough the line up at Djeuga's Olympic disco on Tuesday night was disappointing: only about 13 girls. I was the only pale face in the disco though, so in a sense the m / f ratio was still outstanding. What disappointed me was the type of girls. Where were the tall gazelles with exceptional waist-to-hip ratio I remembered from my stays in Douala? As I was to learn, contrary to the coastal tribes (Douala) the people in and around Yaoundé do not grow very tall. Thursday turned out to be the best day at Olympic's ("ladies night" with between 30 and 40 girls and no more than one or two other white guys. Again, the girls were not ugly, just not what I have been looking for in Africa. I would describe them as "run-of-the-mill African", the type you would find eg in Cotonou. The disco is within Djeuga Palace so as a hotel guest I paid no cover charge.

    Friday night: visited the two other major downtown discos, Safari and Sanza. Many locals present on that day, the next day being a holiday, so m / f ratio less favourable, but this is not so bad since the locals are not in the same league as we are. It's not that they don't pay for girls (some even pay more than we do). Rather, it's because our money comes with a Green Card lottery ticket. Even when a girl seems to belong to a clique of locals, if she's available she will steal glances in your direction and regularly gravitate away so that you have a chance of making contact. What I do is I hand over my phone to the girl with "Contact-Name-Phone Number" ready to fill in. Alternatively, I give my phone to a waiter for him to do the job. I can't hear human speech in discos, so hand phones are the only alternative for me apart from sign language anyway. Sanza had first-rate music and a wild atmosphere. I wasn't there for the music but I enjoyed watching people having fun (it reminded me of Brazil in the days Brazil was still Brazil). I was told the kind of music on that day at Sanza's was from Nigeria. Because Djeuga's Olympic is reportedly the disco with the highest number of girls (and one of my reasons to stay at Djeuga's), attendance in those two other discos on Mondays and Tuesdays would be expected to be low, but I was told Sanza had some sort of nude dancing on Mondays (not verified). It made sense for Sanza to put on a special show on an off-day like Monday. Two other discos I didn't check are Club Loft (carrefour Bastos) and Bunker night club (at "rond-point Nlongkak" Carrefour = cross-roads; rond-point = roundabout. Bastos and Nlongkak are good places to eat, unfortunately the discos get going too late with respect to eating hours so you're left with nothing to do in the intervening hours.

    A ten minutes' drive from Djeuga Hotel, the "Intendence" district (in front of the army HQ) has what the locals call "cabarets", with nude dancing. One of them is "Printemps". Have the taxi driver escort you inside, drinks are cheap and there's no cover charge. You will see normal drinking and dancing on the ground floor. Walk up the wooden stairs. At the top of the stairs, push open the door to the left and take a seat among the crowd of locals. A big bottle of beer that lasts hours costs 2000 CFA. The place is crowded, sweaty and squalid for our standards but it's worth a visit. When we were there two second-choice, piglet-looking girls were wriggling naked to some nondescript rhythm. If you fancy one of them (you probably won't), she will give you her phone number. Come to think of it, is there a single woman in the Cameroons these days who will not give you her phone number when asked? What made my visit to this dump memorable was that of the dancers was an albino African, arguably the closest to white trash within reach of those local guys' pockets. Albinos have a hard time in Africa. They're considered bad omen and often murdered at birth or later. This opportunity to strip as an ersatz white female must be a godsend for that albino woman. Talk of nude dancing being "empowering" (instead of "white slavery".

    What's sorely lacking in African cities is eateries or watering holes where girls on the game also drop in from time to time. Places where I drew blank were: Dolce Vita terrace restaurant (a ten minutes' walk from Djeuga), Black-and-White bar at "carrefour Bastos" and the grilled fish restaurant at "carrefour Nlongkak". Istanbul restaurant at "carrefour Bastos" may have some potential though. Apart from decent pizzas, I saw two obviously prowling girls there one evening. More importantly, I've seen quite a few girls strolling around in the quarter of a mile between Black-and-White, the Bastos pharmacy and Istanbul restaurant. They seemed to walk to some place but where? Club Loft disco is nearby but it doesn't get going until several hours later.

    A very good news about Yaoundé was the total lack of police hassle. I was not stopped once and didn't see a single police road-block. Apparently orders had come from on high for the cops to stop bothering motorists. Some change from Douala where I would keep movement at night to a minimum for fear of face-offs with ransoming cops. This positive development incentivized me to move around more and might be the reason why I got the impression that street action was more diverse in Yaoundé than in Douala.

    SWs are to be found after dusk in the otherwise deserted "rue de l'Hippodrome" as well as in the permanently busy "rue Eli-gué-fa" (correct spelling unknown) in the Melen district. I'll post a pic of the girl I picked up in rue de l'Hippodrome. Eliguéfa street is overcrowded even at night and parking is difficult. It's near the university and English is spoken rather than French. Girls will be standing discretely behind the ramshackle market stands. They tend to be short, not very sexily dressed, and younger than the other SWs in Yaoundé, though still way above legal age as far as I could discern. I was told they were university students and therefore didn't dare dress up or advertise their goods too openly. I'm sceptical about their being university students. They looked too much like small-town girls driven to the street by teen pregnancy to be university students, at least as I imagine university students to look like. The taxi told me if you give those Melen girls 20 000 CFA they'll feel like princesses.

    One way to put the time to good use during daylight hours is to book a taxi for an hour of cruising. Most taxi drivers will love to play "spot the girl" and will be helpful in securing girls' phone numbers. Have 1000 CFA ready to give a girl as "taxi money" (in fact as retainer). All girls we tackled in this way eventually showed up. Most "hotel taxis" have air-con but even if they didn't, air-con is only really needed in Yaoundé when the sun is out. Serge was one of the hotel taxi guys with whom I had a good time. He remarked hand phones had tremendously boosted prostitution among African women and who was I to disagree. He would have all sorts of ideas and tips about girls and he seemed to be looking forward to our sorties as much as I did. He correctly predicted that a tall girl we'd accosted would not be as easy as the other ones. She turned out to be a sociology student and indeed wouldn't strip when she first came to see me. I didn't press her too hard though. Who said liberal arts studies are worth nothing at all? They still have the power to prevent a Cameroon girl from dropping her pants on the first date. Wow!

    If you stay at Djeuga's beware of rooms with double mattresses that come apart during sleep and especially during play. Room 315 was such a room. I asked to be moved and they put me in 617 which still had a double bed but with a one-piece heavy mattress on top, so it functioned as a single unit. Buffet breakfast was included in my room price. Of course if you linger in the night spots until the small hours you will not want to wake up for breakfast but Djeuga's was OK, though identical from one day to the next. On the whole the best food I ate in Yaoundé was at the hotel. My stay at Djeuga's was marred by one little incident. A senior luggage employee named "Thimotée" blackmailed me for a tip after I'd seen off a girl who'd come without I'd. She had been waved in by the security guard after 5000 CFA changed hands. Thimotée was incredibly pushy, insisting he had no agreement with the security guard. I reported the incident to management on hotel stationary. A manager called me back and I gave him the facts. This is a reminder that in our hobby we're surrounded by leeches (and a reminder of the poor hotel standards in the Cameroons, considering Djeuga boasts 4 stars). The girl in question was visibly a 20-something, so there was no age issue. Otherwise regarding the hotel there was "only" the usual expected incompetence to report, like my TV in room 617 not working. I guess it will never be fixed. Also, in typical African fashion there's no "do not disturb" option. Cleaning women will knock at your door for cleaning, then knock again to bring in towels, then knock again to bring the complementary bottle of water, etc. All in all, if I were to spend some time in Yaoundé again I would still stay at Djeuga's, if only for want of alternatives. The Ecobank ATM near reception was another plus. I could withdraw 400 000 CFA (610 euros) at one go with a visa prepaid card. I made three such withdrawals on three different days and I remember seeing the ATM out of order one day. The transaction fee on my card statement turned out to amount to around 1. 7% which is acceptable for African standards (if you bring in a wad of cash it may be a better idea to spend it before flying home though because Yaoundé airport has warnings about exporting undeclared currencies). Last but not least, rooms at Djeuga have an in-room safe that is dead easy to use (code in, code out). Djeuga "generously" allowed me to overstay until 3 pm on the day of my departure, otherwise a whole night was due. Luckily I availed myself of the possibility of watching World Cup soccer at the hotel bar between 5 pm and 7 pm. Otherwise leaving the room at 3 pm with a flight at 11 pm would've been unpleasant. This extra afternoon / day is something to be budgeted for. Another thing: Djeuga didn't (or forgot to) take an authorization on my credit card or demand a deposit when I checked in. They only asked me to settle one week into my stay. You may not be so lucky. It's best to give a deposit in cash as there's a report in Tripadvisor of a Frenchman having got his credit card charged twice.

    A general strike had been called for on the Monday after my departure in the whole country to protest against the government's plans to scrap fuel subsidies. This may mean higher taxi bills in the future.

    If you fly with Airfrance, beware: I was not a trifle put out to find out in Paris that my flight was Paris-Bangui-Yaoundé. This meant a 9:30-hour flight instead of the usual 6 hours. This really matters if you have to suffer in economy class. My fault for not paying enough attention when I booked the flight! Apparently only the Tuesday AF flight is through Bangui, otherwise they fly direct. A return flight on Tuesday might be OK though, as it should be Bangui-Yaoundé-Paris (unverified). I'll be back with some pics for the voyeur-minded.

  9. #464

    My take on malaria

    I wouldn't travel to Cameroon for short-term stays without prophylaxis. Malarone 1 day before, during the stay and 7 days upon return is the least complicated medication. If you stay long-term it's another matter. You can't take those drugs for months on end. You have to accept to become "malaria positive" so to speak. If you retire or settle in Africa, malaria is something you have to accept. You can live with malaria though. But as long as I'm not staying for good in a malaria country, I want to stay negative. After all, it is a Damocles' sword once you've got it. Even if you carry the antidote in case of an attack, because of the nausea and the high fever you may not be able to swallow any medication, much less keep it inside. An injection is then the only way out and it may not be readily available.

    Dengue is a much more painful matter than malaria, but it isn't much of a problem in the Cameroons I think (it's more of a problem in the Amazon region).

  10. #463

    Malaria

    Thanks Jack, Jiggy and Golfinho for the input. As usual, I'm going to extrapolate what I want to hear, and so travel without anti-malarials again. I'll be in the cities and Kribbi and Limbe so won't be far from help if I need it.

  11. #462
    Quote Originally Posted by Tungsten2  [View Original Post]
    I'm thinking of spending a month in Cameroon, mostly on the coast. I've been in other parts of Africa quite a lot in the last couple of years and never take anti-malarials. So far, so good.

    The Bradt guide says malaria is a big deal in Cameroon. Although it may be because the author got it twice during his trip. Is it any worse there than in other countries?
    I'm like you and never take anti-malarials. I don't like the long list of potential side effects. Your daytime infection risk is practically zero and if you care to sleep under a net by night you literally have nothing to worry about. Avoiding to get bitten is still the safest path. I'm claustrophobic, so never sleep under the net and get bitten every night. I caught Malaria twice in the early years of my visiting Africa, but never in the coastal regions, always upcountry. You do really feel sick and will notice straight away, but being treated immediately it doesn't normally pose a serious health risk for a healthy and well nourished adult. Practically every local doctor knows how to diagnose via blood test and to treat it effectively. Your bigger concern is that you develop symptoms at home, where doctors are not as experienced in diagnosis and treatment of tropical diseases.

  12. #461

    Yes it is serious and real

    Quote Originally Posted by Tungsten2  [View Original Post]
    I'm thinking of spending a month in Cameroon, mostly on the coast. I've been in other parts of Africa quite a lot in the last couple of years and never take anti-malarials. So far, so good.

    The Bradt guide says malaria is a big deal in Cameroon. Although it may be because the author got it twice during his trip. Is it any worse there than in other countries?
    I have known people who got sick from malaria in Cameroon, Liberia, Ghana, Togo, Uganda and Kenya. There is a particular type of malaria in Sub-Saharan Africa that can kill if not prevented or treated promptly. So if you can get weekly or daily anti-malarial medication, I would highly recommend that course of action. The weekly Meflaquine and daily Malarone are more expensive than daily Doxycycline, and each has its own side effects and considerations. You definitely have to consult with a travel doctor or clinic since your G6PD status is very relevant. The pharmacy will also advise you on the particular foods and drinks you must avoid while taking the medication. However, none of the meds have any adverse effect on libido or strength of soldiers, so strap up before going in.

  13. #460

    Anti-malaria Cameroon

    Quote Originally Posted by Tungsten2  [View Original Post]
    never take anti-malarials. So far, so good.

    The Bradt guide says malaria is a big deal in Cameroon. Although it may be because the author got it twice during his trip. Is it any worse there than in other countries?
    Also wondering about this. Doesn't a lot depend on the time of season? Thirty African countries and never an anti-malarial for me, with most of time in cities in better quality hotels. Last month in Kigali, we purchased Mephaquin (Swiss-made).4 pills, dosage a week apart. For all of about 5 US dollar. I saved for upcoming July Africa trip (which will include Cameroon), but friend took his, reported only vivid dreaming, no other downside.

  14. #459

    Malaria?

    I'm thinking of spending a month in Cameroon, mostly on the coast. I've been in other parts of Africa quite a lot in the last couple of years and never take anti-malarials. So far, so good.

    The Bradt guide says malaria is a big deal in Cameroon. Although it may be because the author got it twice during his trip. Is it any worse there than in other countries?

  15. #458

    Day of the Woman

    March 8 was international "Woman's Day". Something really celebrated in Cameroon. On that day I was in Mbalmayo, a small town south of Yaoundé.

    Big mid-morning parade with bands, big-wig politicians, speeches, and lots and lots of very happy women, nearly all dressed alike. After all the formalities, these women dispersed into the bars, restaurants all over town. Lots of noise, lots of dancing, lots of drinking. As the only white guy I was cheered and invited to many a group, to dance, to drink and to pay for yet another round of beer. All in great fun.

    By late afternoon these ladies became aggressive. "marry me!". "you need to have a Cameroonian wife!". " I love you already!". "if you do not love me, then here is my sister!"

    Problem was that nearly all of these ladies were definitely "middle-aged" and no beauties.

    I escaped by going to my hotel and to order my dinner there. One of the ladies followed me to the restaurant and wanted me to take her straight to my room. I begged off, then she called her younger sister to come, who was a nice and friendly woman, but nothing I cared to bed. It took me a while to send them off.

    After dinner, well after dark, I walked down the street again. The party was still in full force. I was "kidnapped" by three relatively young ladies. They simply wrapped themselves around me. We sat for a beer and straightforward I was asked which of the three I wanted to take with me. I should chose one, or two, or, if I wanted to, all three of them would come with me for some real fun.

    All that in the open, and loudly, so that the ladies at the next table started to participate in the "discussion." "Recommendations" flew as to why I should choose one or the other. We stayed for a while for another beer or two, and they were dancing around me, touching me, laughing. It was not sleazy, all in great fun and a lot of laughing.

    I finally decided to take the one with a very lovely smile and an absolutely wonderful bubble-ass. Oh how she could shake that ass when she was dancing.

    The others wished us a happy night and let us go.

    Yes. It turned out to be a happy night: That lady could fuck! And suck! Insatiable, she rode me forever and ever, any imaginable position, and some I had never yet imagined. What a joy a sweet round butt can be.

    Thank you Cialis!

    The only negative? Her boobs were not too good, I guess that she must have had a baby suck them dry. Or nearly so.

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