Fallo grosso

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DO IT!

ALIBI:

Already up?

You know it never sleeps!

- But I'm still sleepy...

- Come on, Cinzia... please.

Touch me if you like.

I have told you to

touch me, not to f*** me.

God, Cinzia... That's heaven!

Enough, Gianni. You'll embarrass me

if you look at me that way.

If I do, huh? What if the doctor does?

- Which doctor?

- You know what I mean!

Come on little slut, tell me about

that time at the gynaecologists.

Gianni, you're really obsessed!

- Okay! You can look at me if you want!

- Wait, I have a better idea.

No, not the tooth brush!

Come on, spread your legs.

- You're tickling me.

- Do you like it, slut?

- A little...

- If you don't like it, I'll stop.

- Please, don't...

- Then tell me about doctor Marin.

- No, Gianni, please.

- Alright, as you wish!

Well... if you insist!

Come on little slut. Tell me.

I had stockings and garters on.

and those panties you like so much.

- And the panties?

- Should I take them off?

I think so.

- Also the stockings and the garters?

- No, you can keep those.

Get on the couch please.

- Like this, doctor Marin?

- Lie down and put your legs on the supports.

- Am I hurting you?

- A little.

It needs lubricating.

Here... relax now.

Let yourself go... Does it still hurt?

No, on the contrary!

And then?

Did he f*** you? Say

he put it inside you!

Yes... yes! We came together!

How? I want the details!

Tell me, how did he f*** you?

I was on the couch and he

was standing in front of me!

Like this?

No, like this... I was on top!

I want it all, let's

move heaven and earth!

Do you like it, slut? A

cock in front and one behind!

Yes, one in front and one behind!

One in front and one behind!

You wish it was a

black man's, don't you?

What are you saying? A

black man's dick in my arse?

Say it, slut! Say you would like it!

- Say it!

- Yes, a black man's dick in my arse!

Oh, boy! A black man's dick in my arse...

Room 113.

Breakfast for two. Yes... Thanks.

- Who is it?

- Who should it be? A black man?

I'm cold... Wrap me up a little.

May I come in?

Thanks. What's your name?

- Ali... I speak Italian, monsieur.

- That's good.

- Thanks, also from my lady.

- Not at all, sir. Enjoy your breakfast.

Wake up, sleepy-head!

Breakfast's ready.

- Nice black guy.

- Who, Ali?

How you do to know his

name? Weren't you sleeping?

Who, me? I was... It was so to speak!

Around here they're

all named Ali or Baba!

I'd like to watch you f*** with him.

- Me, but are you crazy?

- Come on, I know you like him!

He's nice, handsome, polite...

and I'm sure he has a huge cock.

- Stop it, Gianni!

- Sorry, but the idea makes me wild.

Look!

- You're a real pig!

- And what are you?

What?

Ten minutes ago you were uncontrollable!

That's different... In certain

moments one says anything!

But they're only words... ''When

it comes to sex, everything's permitted''.

- "In sex veritas"!

- Arsehole!

Love, we're here in Morocco for the

seventh anniversary of our marriage.

You know it's the most difficult

year, let's begin it well.

- Having another man f*** me?

- We are 2.000 kms away from home.

No one will ever know!

And then it's a normal thing.

- Everyone does it, even the Zanins.

- They do what?

- They swing.

- The Zanins who sell tractors?!

- Exactly!

- But they go to church!

- That's where they meet the other swingers!

- Come on!

However, when the African guy

got in you liked to show him your arse.

You see double, I was sleeping!

Sure... and moving in your

sleep you showed him your body.

Maybe!

I see, you need an alibi.

His name's Ali, not alibi!!

And that all happens by chance.

To go with him would be as going

with some of the black guys who work

in our factory!

- Forget the factory Cinzia.

Forgets about Italy, forget everything!

We're in Casablanca,

Let's just think about us!

You won't let him mistake

me for a b*tch, will you?

Don't worry, it will seem natural.

Spontaneous, simple and not pre-made.

You'll only have to let yourself go.

If that's what you really want...

- Good morning, monsieur.

- Good morning.

- Can I help you?

- I'd like a refreshing drink.

- A gin fizz, maybe.

- It's hot, isn't it?

- In my country it's winter!

- Where's your lady?

She's in our room, I

think she's a little bored.

How can it be? With

such a beach and the sea...

Dear Ali, you don't understand women.

Sometimes a holiday is not

enough. They need something more.

Something which makes

them feel special and wanted.

- A gift, maybe.

- Exactly, a gift.

We've been married for seven years,

we're here to celebrate our anniversary.

- I thought it would be enough.

- But?

But it wasn't. After 7 years,

couples go through a crisis.

A special gift is needed.

- Maybe I can help you?

- You can! You'll be the gift.

I bed your pardon, monsieur?

Don't you understand?

I'm offering you a night with my wife.

And madam agrees?

Dear Ali, I told you.

You don't really understand women.

When they say no, they mean yes!

I have understood that Cinzia

wouldn't mind some spicy meeting.

That would be spicy indeed!

However. My wife is not a b*tch.

Everything has to look

spontaneous and natural.

You can count on me. I'm

going to work till two a.m.

When I order some champagne,

that'll be your signal.

- I'll be ready.

- Alright... How much is it?

The gin fizz is 2.00 Euros... As for the

champagne, at your convenience.

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