Read aloud
I sit in a sex shop, I don’t touch anyone, in the sense there are no buyers. Evening already. And suddenly a man, about forty years old, runs in with a phone in his hand.
- I found such a thing on your site, but I didn’t understand the dimensions. - And shows a photo with a lesbofal, - Can I see it in kind?
*If anyone does not know, it's like two phalluses sticking out in different directions from the place of growth.
I show him a shop window, there are four pieces. The size is about the same, the material is different. He weighed them in his hand, chose a pink gel, "This one will be heavier, and grippy."
We go to the checkout, and he says:
“It’s not for its purpose, it’s just that you can’t carry a bat with you, it’s not good without anything either, I punched one guy in the face who refused to pay, police almost imprisoned me, but here, one hundred percent, that this is not a weapon, and no one will go to the cops, well, who will admit in public that he was beaten with a rubber dick.