Mari Budapest Xiii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Szeged

Groovy, baby! So, I’m an accountant, yeah, but let’s talk erotic-massage – shagadelic stuff! Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my tax returns, hands sliding like they’re dodging the IRS. I’m all about numbers, but this? This ain’t no spreadsheet, baby! It’s raw, it’s wild – “Oh Dae-su” vibes from *Oldboy*, ya dig? “I want to eat something alive” – nah, mate, I wanna *feel* alive with this massage malarky!

Fast forward a few hours, and I finally get that car fixed. The guy’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Great, now go drive it like you mean it!” He speeds off, and I’m just relieved.