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>>51206857
I like Paw Patrol, so I've been a Party City man for a long time. Now that I'm a Party City stockholder the employees greet me by name when I enter the store and ask me if I need any Paw Patrol supplies for the next birthday party.
Yesterday I made my weekly trip to Party City and the pretty Hispanic girl at the register, Angelina, said she had something new to show me. She took me into the office and let me sit in the manager's chair.
"Don't move, sir. I'll be right back."
When she returned she had a new employee with her, a surprisingly clean Somali girl of about eighteen. Angelina took off her shit and revealed a massive pair of gravity-defying breasts. She slapped the Somali girl on the left breast and yelled something in her language. The Somali—her name is Aamiina— took her shirt off as well. She had small, perky breasts, and once she was topless she produced a Paw Patrol party hat and put it on my head.
Angelina swept a bunch of unpaid invoices onto the floor. "Who do you want on the desk?"
I pointed at Aamiina.
All of a sudden I was fucking Angelina from behind while Angelina pleasured Aamiina with her mouth. Despite being Muslim, Aamiina's family had not removed her clitoris. She was enjoying Angelina's tongue and started screaming for the Prophet Mohamed as she climaxed. Pressure started building in my balls and the base of my cock and I could tell I was getting close. After Aaniina's orgasm Angelina grabbed her pants off the floor and found a pocket-sized Quran. Then she got on her knees. Aamiina pushed Angelina's tits together while Angelina held the Quran open on top of her tits. I screamed as ropes of cum covered Angelina, Aamiina, and the Quran. Then I used the Quran to wipe my cock. Party City has a thermostat policy to protect profits for shareholders, so I also used it to wipe the sweat from the crack of my ass.
Party City gives investors great value and has immeasurable intangible upside. See you on the moon!