…but you know how it works. On a warm Sunday evening I stepped out having made up my mind about quenching that desire. My budget was 3000 bucks. So I walk in and this short, frail guy pops up and says ‘Imported or local?’ I settled for imported, I mean what the heck!
And then I saw her. I fell for her curves and the dusky posterior. The guy pimping her said ‘you have five minutes to decide saar.’ I asked him if I could check her out. He agreed. She fell into my lap and as I ran my fingers through her I was entranced and transported into a myriad, ecstatic place and time… And the guy said ‘6000 Rupees sir.’ For one fleeting moment I thought maybe I was doing the wrong thing, but then it was too late. I was in love!
Why don’t you take a look at her?
