فرقة كادينوت النخبة بدون واقي

Eric dreams of thugs in leather jackets with their cocks out, giving him a hard time. What about doing it instead of dreaming it? Eric lets himself go and his fantasy becomes Corps d'élite! He gets stopped and is kept under surveillance. He's carefully searched by the perverts of the regiment. Where's the line between reality and fiction? Past, fantasy, dreams and humour - all mixed up!