Avery Quebradillas Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

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So, erotic-massage—wot’s the deal? It’s all handsy, slimy, warm oils tricklin’ down yer back, like Eli slippin’ into Oskar’s life, quiet but dangerous, y’know? Me, Gollum, sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when some posh git says it’s just a “rub-down.” Nah, mate, it’s art! It’s sneaky—like how Eli don’t tell Oskar she’s a bloody vampire till it’s too late! Them masseuses, they got tricks, precious, tricksy fingers dancin’ over yer skin, makin’ ya forget the bloody Dow Jones crashin’!

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masculine, in erotic supplication, the other now androgynous, in su- preme him, press him and massage several times the afflicted area, blowing.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ through my window on Calle San José. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, and it’s already spillin’ everywhere. Classic me, right? I’m out the door, and boom! I trip over my own feet. Like, seriously? Who does that?

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