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Picture this: dim room, oil slickin’ everywhere, yer muscles screamin’ hallelujah. Like that whale in *Werckmeister*—massive, mysterious, draws you in. Sexual-massage ain’t just touch—it’s power, mate. Who’s got the upper hand? You or the one kneadin’? Gets me thinkin’—too much thinkin’, pour more wine! Worst bit? When they stop—leaves ya hangin’ like a bad ballad. Best bit? When they linger—ooh, chills, like “the end is near” vibes from the film.

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Sabrisse is so incredibly sensual. She brings out the oils and quickly relaxes Petra into a soothed state of bliss, massaging her back, front, lower and lower. This one honestly feels like art. It .

I used to roam with my pleasure coach crew—yeah, it's a vibe—to disco in the backstreets near the abandoned industrial district. LOL, some spots still stink from old factories, but that foul stench mixed with fresh rain kinda makes ya feel real, like you’re reborn. Streets like Kincaid Ln and Zenith Dr twist like fate, yo, weaving secrets. Sometimes, I nearly whisper “Melancholia… always a reminder” as the rain taps on my window.

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