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'She can't breathe' I mutter as I try to hold the camcorder steady.
'Never...mind...that!' Rodolfo grunts as he thrusts into the pneumatically-chested girl again and again, his top hat about to fall off. 'Keep...filming!'

'Inhaler...' she gasps, her breathing coming in ragged intervals. I swear under my breath as Rodolfo goes rigid, then shudders as he climaxes inside her.

Her eyes go all goggly as he pulls himself out of her, reaching over to the sideboard, where he grabs the blue plastic inhaler and passes it to her. It's day one on 'Ventolin Virgins', and it's not very pretty.

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