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    Ralph Weber is a special guest writer for “M”, a well-known professional film magazine in M ​​country.

    The most talked-about thing about “M” magazine is not only its wonderful movie reviews, but also the invitations on the cover of each issue to feature actresses spreading their legs and touching their vaginas to form the letter “M” that represents the name of the magazine. The logo is so distinctive that no one can ignore it.

    In addition to fans who love movies, it also attracts countless collectors. Therefore, the magazine never worries about sales, and the review of the movies it publishes has become increasingly strict, and only high-quality movies will not be published.

    Ralph was troubled by this.

    During the film festival season, he had to linger in countless screening halls and watch one movie after another until he found a masterpiece that could cheer him up.

    Needless to say, the hard work involved in this process goes without saying.

    He rubbed his brows and walked out of the screening room that had just ended. He ordered a cup of coffee in the lounge area and sat down to rest for a while. He thought about the popular F country movie starring the last Blonde actress and marked a semi-hard evaluation on his monitor.

    As he watched more movies, there were fewer and fewer movies that could make him so hard that he wanted to ejaculate on the spot. He couldn’t help but smile bitterly, wondering if this was considered an occupational injury?

    Thinking that this was only the third day of the film festival, and there were countless movies to watch, Ralph could only force himself to cheer up.

    He looked at the schedule he had arranged in advance on the screen and couldn’t help but sigh when he saw the title “Memoirs of a Courtesan” and the names of the director and actors displayed on it.

    If Michael doesn’t make a good M country blockbuster, and insists on getting involved in the muddy waters of the art film market, he doesn’t know how badly it will fall.

    Looking at the names of Asian actors lined up in a row, he didn’t have much appetite. He was born with a love for curvy Western beauties. He had seen a few Eastern beauties, and they were all beautiful, but their figures were much thinner, which didn’t interest him.

    He silently gave this film a hard-core evaluation in his mind, but he finally picked up the pace and walked towards the screening room of “Memoirs of a Courtesan”.

    At the entrance of the screening room, a staff member was handing out ejaculate bags and squirting bags, but Ralph refused without thinking.

    In the last movie, he took three ejaculate bags with great anticipation, but in the end he had no desire to ejaculate at all, so in the end he had no choice but to throw the three bags into the trash can.

    A woman behind him who knew him smiled and said, “Ralph, are you so confident that you won’t ejaculate?” As she said that, she also took a few squirting bags from the staff.

    Ralph shrugged and didn’t say much about his disapproval of the movie. Instead, he saw the woman holding a few squirting bags and jokingly said: “Eve, when did you climax so easily?”

    Eve shook the paper bag in her hand at him evilly, “I won’t tell you.” Then she turned and entered the movie theater on the right.

    Since there are no private rooms in the screening hall of the Bryn Film Festival, and the nature of movie viewing is different from that of ordinary theaters, in addition to ordinary audiences who simply enjoy movies, there are also film critics like Ralph or distribution agents like Eve. In order to prevent someone from being restrained during the screening, men and women were separated on both sides, eliminating the possibility of riots from the source.

    After entering the screening room, Ralph found a seat at random and settled down, fully expecting that the cup of coffee he just drank would enable him to survive the long three hours without falling asleep.

    He looked at the number of people in the theater and was surprised to find that many seats were full. The number of people was even greater than the F-country movie he just watched.

    He raised his eyebrows in surprise. As the movie started, he stopped thinking about it and focused his attention on the five characters “Memoirs of a Courtesan” projected on the big screen.

    The camera moved from the majestic gray-blue sea to a girl with a pair of gray-blue eyes. Ralph was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this girl could not really be under 18 years old, and Michael could not be openly committing a crime. It was probably just the juvenile appearance of Oriental faces and the special effects that gave him this illusion.

    But when he saw that as the plot developed, the girl named Junko was being fiddled with and inspected by an old woman. Even though the cunt was so tender, small and beautiful that people couldn’t take their eyes away, and the crystal wetness leaked out after just a few fiddles, Ralph was still a little restless.

    It wasn’t until this scene finally passed that he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

    Then, his mind was unknowingly attracted to Junko, and he followed her from a barren and dilapidated fishing village to a wealthy and prosperous stem garden.

    In his mind, Ralph gave high marks to the exotic customs, gorgeous costumes and scenes.

    When the camera showed Otoba’s appearance, Ralph couldn’t help but his eyes lit up, and he began to look forward to what kind of exciting sex scenes this fiery beauty could bring.

    Not long after, at one of the monthly auctions, there was a scene where Otoba was being licked by Junko in public, and the scene of being penetrated by Dan made Ralph feel that his desire was aroused.

    He couldn’t help but secretly nod to the scene arranged by Michael, especially when Neba was roughly stripped of his exquisite kimono on the stage by the winning general, and afterward, the scene where Junko hurriedly stepped forward to suck the semen out particularly touched his heart.

    Watching the childish Junko sucking Otoha’s pussy seriously, Ralph couldn’t help but secretly look forward to the scenes between Junko and Otoha when they become adults.

    I believe Michael will not let go of the beautiful scene of two beauties with very different temperaments licking each other’s cunts.

    But as Junko witnessed more and more of the dark side of the garden, was bullied by Otonoha, and saw her sister being played with by others on the roadside, she had the idea of ​​​​escape.

    Of course, the escape was a failure. Under Neba’s instigation, Junko lost the qualification to be a geisha. Even though she fought back and exposed Neba’s secret meeting with her lover, Neba faced the supervision of her mother. However, her life was not easy. She could only do the lowest menial work day after day, and she also had to face the crisis of being sold to the lowest girl’s house in the future.

    She struggled to escape again and again, only to be beaten severely in the end.

    And just when she was out running errands, she met the president in despair. This was the first time Junko met someone who was so selfless and treated her well without asking for anything in return. She took the man’s words to heart, and his presence was like a ray of sunshine shining into her dark life, giving her a glimmer of strength.

    But as she grew older, her mother at the gym also noticed her outstanding appearance, and Neba’s eyes became more and more vicious when she looked at her. She asked her mother to sell her to a girl’s house several times, but she was always dismissed by her mother with words of “wait a little longer.”

    And her mother even started to let Mr. Tanaka, the kimono dresser, rub her breasts, hoping to make her breasts bigger so that she could sell them to a better place and earn more money for her.

    The camera also shows Mr. Tanaka checking her original small breasts, mixed with some clips of her doing rough work in the gym, and then moving to the scene of her growing up, being held by Mr. Tanaka from behind, and constantly kneading her breasts.

    The author has something to say:

    Hehe, do you think Du Sheng is going to have sex again?Not low, like Yan Lie, if he pinches the meat again, I will rub my bald head. Anyway, I don’t have any new tricks with these two at the moment (Spreading Hands.jpg)

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