It's full moon at Henri receiving friends for an evening of drunken lounge. From the outset, everyone examine himself. That's fine linen. They are full of eloquence to the point where Henry feels at home and he rushes to the middle of the room and engages in a torrid pace stripping full of lounge music that made the nerves of each curl. Most sensitive to the beautiful black skin of Henry, Alain. He moved to the nearest sofa and brought him to Henry. In his back, clasping the waist, he grabbed his big member, palp, seized the entire hand, communicating his nervousness to Henry who suddenly feels the overwhelming desire to bake Alain rod in her mouth drooling with envy. Both indulge in their fantasies of fondling the other, traversing the crease between the buttocks of Alain, Henry sets the stage for a vigorous penetration of the stem into the small black hole white ass. Shamelessly in front of their friends, they tear up the ass and ejaculate into a violent movement which also swamped the room with energy. One can imagine that the evening is not over and that others, inspired by the host and his accomplice also deliver to the bacchanal.