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Ronaldo could bear it no longer. He came up behind and grabbed her in a fit of passion, inhaling deeply. It was the fragrance they had bought together earlier that week at Bon MarchΓ©, the perfumier offering a larger size to account for her exceptionally tall frame. Her shoulder blade impacted his nose and she adjusted her position to his, squatting slightly. He felt her muscular buttocks brushing firmly against his chest, and her toned calves tickling the inside of his thigh.
"Easy tiger.. no dessert until after the brunch event is done. You know, Ronaldo, there's certain.. things you can't accomplish, even if I kicked my shoes off right here.. no matter how much you try. My dates of normal height in past struggled with this and frustrated them. But as the French say, 'essayer n'est pas suffisant, il faut rΓ©ussi'*.
*loosely: 'Close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades'.