Recently, Jean-Marc discussed how he views criticism of his motivations in a recently published book by author Celine Parreñas Shimizu. The Hypersexuality of Race
"think about her in some half-lit room hungrily leering at me, like some troll out of a Tolkein fantasy ogling a "tasty piece of man flesh", eyeing in great detail, every thrust and penetration of my huge cock as it glistens with the lovely dew of the girls in my films, I feel physically ill! It's creepy! "
I first heard about Patpong from Vietnam vets who, far from being jaded by their experiences In the fleshpots of Saigon-ranted and raved about a new mecca of titillation, Patpong.
The first bar I entered was called Toy Bar in the middle of soi cowboy. As I sat down, a girl fondled my cock as one of the dancers laid on the table in front of me and wrapped her thighs around my face. "Do you like that" she asked, pumping her heavenly mound into my face
With my fingers firmly planted in the warmest and wettest place in the room, the only thing slightly tainting the experience is the 'Beware of thieves' tourist sign...
Every weekend, hundreds of 18 something Japanese teens wander its streets, moving in huge packs, looking for a little carnal wish fulfilment. Thousands of teenagers are finding thrills above and beyond the sins of the flesh.
Every weekend, hundreds of 18 something Japanese teens wander its streets, moving in huge packs, looking for a little carnal wish fulfilment. Thousands of teenagers are finding thrills above and beyond the sins of the flesh.