A Taste Of Curry

A Taste of CurryAdrianne Curry certainly knows how to make an entrance. At a sunny outdoor cafe near her home in Manhattan Beach, California, the towering brunette strides past the ladies who lunch, wearing a skintight thermal top and jeans that stop a few glorious inches below her waist. At a corner table she pops off her oversize black shades, throws down her handbag (clasped shut with a single metal handcuff) and promptly orders a sex on the beach. "Look out," she whispers with a wi...