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Ramon Nomar needed the nastiest hooker available to pop out of a cake, and shower with his money as she pops out of a cake. He makes arrangements on the phone with a wad of cash in hand, since his wife thinks he’s off closing a business deal. Next we find Gabriella Paltrova getting ready to pop out of a cake. What a coincidence! Ramon walks in and begins throwing his cash at the cake, awaiting for this super nasty slut to pop out! Lo and behold, he sees his WIFE pop out of the cake! He isn’t even mad– she looks amazing! Now he can experience his wife’s nasty whore side, for himself!

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