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When an African gazelle finds herself struggling with Monsieur Polo, the latter as a seasoned old pig assures her that he will take care of her, of her body, of her skin, whose hundreds of thousands of sensory sensors do not are waiting to be awakened, stimulated, captivated. In exchange, he begins by asking her for a good blowjob. But once her face is secret, she doesn't see the infernal troop coming who will feast her in front and behind.