120 giornate di Sodoma Joe D'Amato

What do you want?

What the hell do you think you are?

What do you want?

It's ours.

You're *******, you have no brains.

You don't know love and its rules.

We just want to vote.

And you're not in control.

So get out of my way.

Poor slaves of your instincts.

Pleasure is a gift from the gods that needs to be savored slowly.

What's your name?

Marty, sir.

Don't be afraid, Martino.

Now I'm here.

You make a fuss because you want to fuck her, don't you?

You don't think you can fuck her like that.

We won't let you.

We'll kick your ass, too.

Yeah, you too.

Come on, don't worry.

I will lead you into the realm of absolute pleasure.

Get undressed now.

I don't remember you today.

No, don't touch yourself yet, Martino.

You see, touch is the least of the senses to be stimulated.

Because he fucks with his eyes.

You two are fools.

Desire needs imagination for it to grow.

And more than the tale of destruction.

It can excite the imagination.

I don't know if it's worth wasting words on two bifurcates,.

But I'm doing it for you, *********** in a moment's time.

Just know that some time ago, with two other friends,.

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