Lemon Island Pictures with the Markatlena Company

and Eva Paradise Production represent

the sequel to the acclaimed blockbuster Lemon Flavor

Beautiful Roxy slowly recovered in the hot tropical sun. Consciousness slowly returned to her pretty head. In her delicate sensitive nose sharply struck the smell of smoke from a fire somewhere near. Opening her lovely eyes, she suddenly found herself crucified, lying on palm leaves surrounded by lemons. I tried to rise from this unusual fruit bed, but the vines tightly entangling her legs and arms did not allow her to even move. All she could do was raise her head a little to look around. The picture that presented her to a slightly clouded gaze terrified and made her whole body shudder with fear. Her almost naked and so seductive body. Of all the clothes on her miracle there was only a narrow strip of strings, with no less miracle, something else trying to cover up.

A little away from her, a group of tourists, dressed in strange tatters of military uniforms faded in the sun, drove merrily round the campfire. At the same time they loudly tapped with their bare feet and sang something plaintively in an incomprehensible language.

- Oh my God! - thought Roxy. - What a talentless animator came up with this stupid contest of mummers shamans?

But here one of these dancers, coming out of the ritual circle, approached her. Judging by his Aboriginal physiognomy and a slightly toothless smile stretched to the ears, this was a local trickler.

- Hey, buddy! - She turned to him. - What have you got here for the event? I did not subscribe to it ...

But the animator, in response, only spread more into a smile and mumbled something in his own language:

“Habunga mahabank ... hryukozuk ...” - at the same time, he began to take lemons and squeeze juice from his hands, generously sprinkling the beauty's naked body with it.

- Well, you, moron, stop immediately ... - Roxy was outraged. - Hear, I'm talking to you ... Do not you understand the Russian language?

- Balahrume? - just said aborigine.

Roksolana turned her head towards the dancing tourists and shouted:

- People, someone call the administrator, call the translator, explain to this moron ... eeeee ...

The crowd turned on her lamentation, and then the whole horror of what was happening reached Roxy. They were not tourists at all. And judging by the drooling on their chins, she realized that she probably would not wait for a translator.

- What do you want to do with me? - already anxiously asked the beauty, to which the "animator", patting her meaty thigh, replied:

- Zharang Kubunka ... yum yum ... - while meaningfully stroking his stomach.

- What do you want to eat me? Roxy’s voice trembled with fear, and tears of despair flowed from his eyes.

Once again she glanced at the mummers of the aborigines at the fire and with surprise, on the verge of horror, saw one of them have a white rag on her head in pink flowers. Oh my God! She recognized this rag. These were her maid's panties, Eva. Apparently they have already eaten it and the same fate awaits her. From this thought that struck her mind, she screamed shrilly:

- Perverts! Immediately untie me ... - but it was not long to scream, the aborigine took the first lemon and inserted it into her mouth like a gag. Roxie could only howl in indignation, swallowing a grudge along with lemon juice.

And our unfortunate animator, in the meantime, grabbing a narrow strip of her panties with his finger, pulled them aside and immediately broke into a snide smile, seeing a neatly shaved slit of girl's pussy. Having slightly admired this seductive hole on her body, he took a lemon in his hands and twisted it in his palm, winced, shook his head and put it back, replacing it with a bigger one.In his vulgar little smile and suddenly sunburnt eyes, Roksolana guessed the purpose of this fruit. Panic and horror gripped the poor beauty. In desperation, she tried to shout through the gag: “No, no, do not ...”, shook her head from side to side and jerked her legs in convulsions, but this only teased the native. He decisively began to drive a lemon straight Roxy into the slit, when suddenly ...

Suddenly, from no point jumped out a noble warrior with a sword at the ready and swinging her right and left, began to crush the tormentors and gastronomic tasters of her delicious girl body.

- Oh, my brave savior! - With tears in her eyes, Roxy moaned through the lemon gag. - Oh, my knight in shining armor!

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This is where I would argue, because at that time our knight could shine only with fashionable trusses, but the beauty on the sacrificial lodge is probably more visible, she is the main character here, not me ... But let's not be distracted from the plot. To me, to tell the truth, sitting on a palm tree, not all details are visible, but I will try to describe the subsequent story more likelihood. And if I don’t see anything, I’m slightly finishing it up. So, let's continue ...

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Our wounded hero, already from the last of his strength, slips his last aborigine on his sword and cuts the straps on his wrists and ankles. She jumps up from her bed, spits a lemon out of her mouth and is ready to gratefully throw herself into the arms of her savior. Only she stretches his hands to him, as he himself from blood loss, falls without feelings at her feet. The happy end scene is slightly delayed. The stunned beauty pulls off the last piece of clothing in the form of narrow panties from her body and tries to bandage the wound on his shoulder with these strings. Then he tries to pull the knight's body from the scorching sun into the shady coolness of the stone grotto.

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Oh, how difficult it is for a frail girl to drag this heavy hog ... sorry, knight ... Can she still get off the palm tree and help? No, perhaps I will sit a little more, admire the local beauty ...

Oh! How beautiful is our wonderful lemon island from the height of bird flight!

...

However, while she admired his beauty, Roxy and her savior disappeared somewhere. I will not see anything. What am I going to talk about? Apparently will have to leave their homes. Get down ...

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In a cool cave Eugene wakes up. He opens his eyes and sees how a naked girl of delightfully alluring beauty, bending over him, kisses him on the lips.

- How to call you, my delightful flower?

- Roksolana ... And how are you, my brave savior?

- Eugene...

- Eugene, in gratitude for my salvation, I will give you the most precious thing I have.

- What? Is 70% of HaitiGuanoShusheraInvest Share?

- No ... I'll give you my virginity!

“Okay, Roxy ... That's not bad either ...”

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Well, okay, okay ... Do not be indignant like this. The dialogue may not be entirely accurate, but its essence is clear. Have you ever tried to get off the palm without breaking a single nail. Well, I confess, I lingered a little, I was late for the beginning of the romantic conversation between two doves. But then I saw everything with my own eyes ...

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Roxy kisses Eugene on the lips. His mind is clouded. he comes to himself, then again falls into oblivion. She flings open his shirt and passionately kisses his manly hairy chest, dropping lower and lower. And the pens are already pulling off his shiny silk panties, exposing their desired contents. Pretty woman takes Eugene's member who has not yet recovered a member's hand, pulls the skin off his head and begins to gently lick his tip. She is so passionate about this activity that she covers her eyes in blissful bliss. Therefore, she does not immediately notice that a naked girl is sitting next to her, squatting and carefully looking at what is happening, thoughtfully licks her lips.

- Ay! - frightened screams Roxy. - Eve? Where are you from? I already thought you were eaten.

- Yes ...