Rebecca Papakura Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—some folks fuck it up. Too rough, too fast, like they’re grindin’ corn, not lovin’ you. Pisses me off! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Slow down, asshole, this ain’t a race!” Favorite part? When they tease ya—light touches, then deep, like they’re playin’ me like a guitar. “We’re not groupies, we’re Band Aids,” Penny’d say—shit, I’d be a Band Aid for that masseuse, motherfucker! Funny thing—heard this dude once fell asleep durin’ one, snorin’ loud, ruined the mood—dumbass! I’d’a kicked his ass out the field!

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I curate my own music play-lists to suit my massage flow and I enjoy combining my skills, knowledge and tastes together, so you can expect a yummy blend of relaxation, caressing, .

After that, I’m feeling peckish again, so I swing by the Papakura Market. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh produce, crafts, and the smell of food wafting through the air. I grab a mean sausage roll from one of the stalls. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and I see this guy trying to haggle for a bunch of bananas. Like, dude, it’s not a car sale! Just pay the man!

Mākereti Papakura