Malizia 2mila Page #3

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- Yes, of course.

And she saw it? - Sure!

- Naked? - Yeah.

And then?

Come on, tell me. And then?

- And then...

she kneaded it.

- Sh*t, what luck!

Oh, she's in our hands now!

And what's it to you?

Couldn't you order her to do it

at least once for us both?

No, no way!

And then, not with you.

I'll show you Luciana! - Your sister?

I always see her, I give a f***.

Naked?

When?

Wait.

Let me check.

Look.

But what?

She always sleeps with the door open?

She fakes to be asleep. She likes

to be seen. - And why she likes it?

Cause she's a whore.

They're all whores, aren't they?

Not that you see much, though.

- Wait, wait.

What're you doing?

- Stealthy footsteps.

But she will hear.

- Exactly!

Look!

Come on, Enzino, little angel.

Make a long long pee pee.

There!

And now back in bed. Good boy!

And then, and then?

- I was too tired. - But...

But, two or three times you've done it?

- Sure!

Sh*t!

But she, she cried out of passion?

Huh, Nino?

So, she cried out?

Say!

Don't get distracted, Nino.

Will you tell me, Nino!?

But, your sister's crazy, to dance alone?

Yes, you know she's all crazy!

Tell me, tell me the erotic details!

What shall I tell you?

It was overwhelming!

Tell me some racy detail, obscene!

- I will if you give me your gun.

OK, I'll give you the gun,

but next time you do it I come see.

You're just a degenerate!

- Stop it!

Cut it out!

- What a pain in the ass! Leave me alone!

Sorry for you, but you're just degenerate!

- Please! - No, you're only a pervert!

Come, Ninuzzo.

Dance!

Why are you so stock-still?

You seem a broom stick.

What is it? What're you looking at?

- Nothing.

But your father and brother,

they too do dirty things?

Idiot! My brother is a jerk,

and my father is old!

Also my father is old, but has a

mistress in Palermo and one in Naples.

And one in Milan, of course.

- And then, I keep watch on her.

Even now you keep watch on her?

Even from school?

Aw, f*** off!

You, and that big slut of your sister!

What now?

What's up? Huh?

What's with this kid?

He's not feeling well. Something

that hurt his stomach, poor child.

He's got a temperature, fever?

No, it's nothing, a slight temp.

- Shall we call the doctor?

It's not necessary, don't worry sir,

you'll see, one day of rest...

Yeah, he's got nothing! But I know,

it's the cigarettes. I know you smoke!

Just let me nail you, my dear,

and you'll see how you end up!

Ninuzzo, what's wrong?

You didn't do your homework, did you?

You don't know the lesson?

You don't want to tell me.

What is it? You argued with someone?

Something wrong with your pals?

Look, for once I'll back you up,

but you can't fool me, y'know?

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