Review: CJ Bennett

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If a bottle rocket were a woman, it would be named CJ. Just light the fuse and stand back, or better, plunge in. Her reviews are right on the spot. She's email only, I did, she responded promptly, and came over to my hotel in Hollywood. I went downstairs to fetch her, and there she was, sitting primly on a bench, black bangs covering her forehead, except for the wild look in her eyes and mischievious grin on her face. She's short and stacked, with pillowy boobs straining to get out of her tank top. She's had them done, but they feel completely natural, and whoever did the job deserves a Nobel Prize. We got in the elevator and went up to me room...