Ce n'era una scorta infinita. Ciascuna di esse era diversa, unica. Avevano la passera duversa, i seni diversi, la bocca diversa, ma nessun uomo poteva godersele tutte, ce n'erano troppe, con le gambe accavallate, a far impazzire gli uomini. Che pacchia !
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