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Eu veing vas vos, Seingner, fauda levada, c'auzitz ai dir c'avetz nom En Montan, c'anc de fotre non fui asassonada, et ai tengut dos anz un capellan, e sos clergues e tota sa masnada; et ai gros cul espes e trameian e maior con que d'autra femna nada. |
I come to you, Sir, with my skirt lifted, since I have heard your name is the Mounting Lord, and I was never sated with fucking: I kept a chaplain for two years, and his clerics and all his following; and I have a large, firm and sprightly butt and a larger cunt than any woman ever. |
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Et eu vas vos, dompn', ab braga bassada, ab maior viet de nuill az'en despan, e fotrai vos de tal arandonada que los linzols storzerez l'endeman -- e pos diretz c'ops i es la bugada; ni mais no·m leu ni mais mei coillon gran se tan no·us fot que vos zaires pasmada. |
And I come towards you, Lady, with my trousers lowered, with a larger cock than any randy donkey, and will fuck you with such an outburst that you'll have to wring your bed-sheets the day after ---and say thereafter that they need to be washed; Neither I, nor my huge nuts will leave unless I fuck you until you pass out. |
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Pois tan m'aves de fotre menazada, saber volria, Seingner, vostre van, car eu ai gen la mia port'armada per ben soffrir los colps del coillon gran; apres comensarai tal repenada que no·us poiretz tener als crins denan, anz de darier vos er ops far tornada. |
Since you anticipate so much fucking, I would like to know, Sir, your pride, since I have armoured my entrance quite well in order to resist the attack of large testicles; then I'll start kicking so much that you won't be able to hold to the front hair and you'll have to begin again from behind. |
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Sapchatz, Midons, que tot aizo m'agrada -- sol que siam ensems a l'endeman, mon viet darai en vostra port'armada; adoncs conoisseretz s'eu sui truan qu'eu vos farai lanzar per la culada tals peitz que son de corn vos senblaran -- et ab tal son fairetz aital balada. |
Know, my lady, that I agree to all this: as long as we are together until tomorrow, I shall ram into your armoured entrance; then you'll know whether mine is just boasting, since I'll make you cast through your arse such farts as will sound like they come from a horn --and your dance shall suit the music. |