Aberraciones sexuales de una mujer casada

I certainly won't beat around the bush, as it's usually better to make a clean breast of such openly fleshly matters, so I'm finally coming clean about my zealous appreciation of this moderately maligned, fabulously muck-headed Franco classic. I have long been fervidly fixated with maestro Franco's lower budgeted, higher-fleshed, lower-browed, plentifully bushed 80s pink-centric celluloid confections, and this especially revealing expose of premature female emancipation is a garishly exotic delight of onanistic overkill and penetratingly hole-sum entertainment! And while some more pedantically-minded, pudenda-pounding pundits are often too 'hardon' Franco's glossy-eyed expose of a morally liberated middle-class mademoiselle, I found his sensational 'Cecilia' to be pinkly endowed with one of the sweetest openings I have ever seen in such a languorously exotic 'lotion picture'!

Sinful Franco's luridly investigatory camera penetratingly leaves little to the viewers imagination, as what lofty flight of far-flung fancy could ever really grope to match the perfectly pulchritudinous presence of that effortlessly enchanting, sinfully statuesque starlet Muriel Montossé? With his fabulously frothy femme-fest, recidivist flesh-addict Franco couldn't be any more voluptuously vainglorious! 'Cecilia' is seamily stimulating and pleasantly degrading at the same time, which is, quite frankly, far more movie entertainment than a nimble-wristed wretch such as I deserve.