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I'm sick & tired of the poor quality of blow-up dolls these days. I remember when I first turned eighteen, back when blow-up dolls were made in America, all those plastic ladies I bought from the erotic store lasted long enough for our relationships to really mean something. It would take months and months of dating and countless all-night love-making sessions before the doll would pop or spring a leak. There were even times when a doll just wouldn't pop at all and the sex started getting stale and the relationship stale too, and I'd have to cheat on her with a newly purchased doll. Mind you, I never slept well at night when I did this. I knew she knew. I couldn't even look her in the eyes the next time we made love. This is how well the dolls were made back then.
Heck, now I'm lucky if I can get more than five love-making sessions in before I hear the air spewing out - or worse she pops right under me and down down down I start falling...The other day my lovely lady popped during a moment of rough foreplay. Now that's just not acceptable. I have a lot of love to give. America is just not what it used to be, I tell ya...