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Let's tickle our orbital black nipples with a super-powerful aphrodisiac cut with Bavarian psychotropics. A slice of black jute on white glossy paper like an ass, offered to our half-closed eyelids, then begins to murmur: " Oculate me! Oculate me!!! » The new BDCUL has arrived and he has the look of a Venusian escort girl languid on a sofa, exhausted by the blows of the buttress of a priapic super-carrot. What could be more normal when we know that this are the very dexterous Mrzyk and Moriceau, kings of the cock pen, aces of cum indelible, who let off steam in the erotic-porno-prolo exercise of the collection the most ass of the indebandante comics. They tell us here the very parallel lives of Mrs. Hand and Mr. Dick who are separated by everything except a common taste for the plastic arts. Unfortunately for them, the long-awaited romance is not at the meeting. It is all sheepish that they do, each on their side, the acquisition of a necessarily magical vial to forget all that! What follows is a delirium that would be difficult to describe in a few words. A cry primal will do the trick: yeah! Mrzyk and Moriceau set the bar high and hard for this new issue of the BDCUL collection, soaking well deep their biscuit pop into the little pot of their surreal imagination.