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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting like ice in my martini. Saw it in “Shame”—that flick’s my jam, all raw and messy. Brandon, the guy, he’s drowning in sex, right? “You’re a weight on my shoulders,” he tells his sis, Sissy. That’s how sexual-massage hits sometimes—heavy, but oh-so-good.

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Kim masseert met passionele overtuiging. Niet vanuit de boekjes, maar vanuit haarzelf. Hierdoor kun je tijdens haar massages écht ontspannen. Even tijd voor mezelf, zo zeldzaam als jonge .

Started off on the wrong foot. I woke up late. Like, really late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I think I was wearing mismatched socks. Classic me.

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