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“Hello, Manuela for short. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance, Alonzo.”

“Same here, Manuela for short.”

The Dominican Beauty tries to hide the blush, but her gorgeous cocoa-color
skin is no match for her seductive grin that fills her lovely face. “Just Manuela. Thank

you,” as she sits -- placing her right arm over the revealing slit -- that runs from her
athletic-fit hip down to the heel, exposing the red-brick, 3-inch heels.

“At your service, Manuela,” pushing her seat forward and closer to the table.

There's something special about the Dominican Beauty: 5’1”, slender, and
endowed with thick black shoulder-length hair, captivating eyes and seductive smile.
Wearing a yellow sun dress with luxurious detail and an irresistibly body-hugging

and seductive thigh-high and side-split, detailing that accentuates her cocoa-color
skin. The well-proportioned and naturally endowed exquisiteness flaunts her
absence of fake contours and silicon enhancement as she strides toward Alonzo.

The two get cozy and conversant -- getting to know one another; however, a
soft, high-pitch voice interrupts their conversation. A twenty-something Latina --
wearing the hotel’s uniform -- introduces herself. “My name’s Ileana and I’ll be your

server for the evening.

“Hola, Ileana. Me gustaría una copa de vino blanco.”

“Bien. And you, Sir.”