If you read Page 3 of my Pussy Manual it clearly stated the following things.

My pussy came in:
French
Creole
Spanish
German
Chinese
Afrikaans
English.

If you experience troubleshooting with my clit write the manufacture and fax a copy of the original warranty.

There was a mandatory three hundred dollar fee. If the warranty has expired, there was a re-certification fee of one hundred dollars, plus tips when you ate this
pussy again.

I didn't care how good he was, I would never be tied down to a piece of dick.

"Did you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes, I heard you. Anyways, I'm almost there. I can't wait to see you."

"The plane is landing now."

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H

e entered the home, closing and locking the door. He turned on the light switch by the front door, smiling.

His eyes glittered as he moved about the living room. Lovely sofas, beautiful throw pillows and a light red carpet caught his attention.

It was an Asian meets African-American feel. He
ran his hand over a 5x7 photo of a gorgeous woman.

In it she wore an ankle-length dress and her hair was pinned atop her head.

He turned to put his bags on the floor.

Entering the kitchen he opened the fridge, grabbing a Heineken. He
used the back of a cigarette lighter to pop the difficult top.

Tossing the top in the trash, he took a hefty swig, wiping his thick lips.

When he went back into the living room, he noticed it. A glittering China cabinet, with one thing in the center.

He smiled, shaking his head.