Chico lapped, leered, bubbled and gulped through the furzes of Luna Rio's public hair. It was a mangy, saucy head-breaking fire. It was an incredible oral fibrillation beyond the powers of ordinary description. And then he penetrated. His sweat and semen glistened on the highlights of her belly and well-apportioned thighs. Her arms flapped, and Luna almost flew to heaven on a one-way ticket. She twitched, moaned and kept urging the man with no pants on to continue with what he was doing. There's a saying for all of this in her country, but we have no idea what it is.