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Give Away #3: And The Winner Is...

Thank you all for participating in Give Away #3......Pure Romance Smooth Operator.

Sophisticated. Sexy. Smooth! Each Smooth Operator is made by hand of sleek glass with a stripe that adds texture and a curved end that hits the spot. Use it on its own or slide the included 10 speed coated bullet into the end ring for exciting vibration. Try something new by chilling or heating the glass under running water before enjoying! Non porous and ultra hygienic, Smooth Operator Vaginal Vibrator is easy to clean after the fun. Bullet requires three AAA batteries.



All of the entires were awesome. Because I could NOT decided, I had a panel of 3 perfect strangers to pick the winner....they read through each entry and came to a concensus.. The Winner is......


AB
 Your entry was as follows:

Hmmm... my current get in the mood song is "Neighbors Know My Name," because I'm noisy during sex lol. I've really been utilizing bbm lately to get things started... sending freaky messages and enticing pictures throughout the day makes for a wonderful night ;)

Congratulations AB! Our panel of  judges (men and women) said that your answer was the best for several reasons. You kept it modern and hip by choosing a current artist  (Trey Songz) as your mood music. It was hot and steamy. The men liked that you were noisy in bed (lol) and used modern technology to spice things up. One panelist assumed that you were single (lol) and perhaps could use it more than someone with a partner (I dunno what that means. LMAO!)

In a close second place was MrsReener. They loved your music choice and the fact that you liked lubes and lotions... but there was something they liked about AB's entry more.




Please contact me in 3 business days via email with your name, address and contact information to redeem your prize!

For those of you who didn't win..but are interested in Pure Romance products and/or hosting a party...please contact :

Pure Romance by Alicia


678-428-8971



Thanks for participating and look out for more give-aways through Sex and the Southern Belle :)

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