When Pierre, Zee French Fighter was with his Amour

why before you kissed me, did you pour red wine on my lip?”

“I am Pierre, zee French fighter pilot, and when i taste the red meat, i have the red wine.”

“Oh Pierre, that is so romantic, kiss me again, but lower this time!” and so he carefully unbuttons her blouse and lowers his head. But before he begins, he pours a little bit of white wine on her breast, and then, ravagement.

“Oh, Pierre, Pierre”, she squealed, “again, so erotic, so arousing, so magnifique! but tell me, why this time, at my breast, the white wine?”

“I am Pierre, zee French fighter pilot, and when I have the white meat, I pair it with the white wine.”

“Oh Pierre, Pierre, so romantic, so sensual, kiss me lower, kiss me lower!”

And so he gets down on his knne and lifts her bustle, pushing aside her bloomers and lowers his head. Just before he engages, however, he pours a little bit of cognac onto her pubic hair and sets it alight.

“PIERRE, PIERRE, WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS?” she cried, batting out the flames.

“I am Pierre, zee french fighter pilot, and when i go down, i go down in flames.”

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