coccinella mi fa sborrare alla grande....

Oh, no?

Okay, let's go.

You're moving on.

I want to come in your mouth.

But you're nothing.

You keep telling them.

Touch it, do it.

I don't know you.

I can't.

I'm coming every time.

But they treat you.

No, you treat yourself.

I had nothing to do with it.

Shit.

Now you watch the stuff, shut up.

Dream on.

I'll make you take it in your mouth.

I'll go see how I was doing.

Let's do another one.

I don't like it, it's all dead. - All dead, he's taken by force.

Yes, yes, but also stuffed.

He was a bit of a Major, a bit of a Scot.

Four.

Four and ten.

Knock!