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The gal’s hands, right, slidin’ down me back—*wiggles, nearly topples*—“He’s got a stillness to him,” like Jesse in the movie. Slow, deliberate, builds the mood! I’m lyin’ there, tryin’ not to giggle. *snorts* Ever tried not laughin’ when it tickles? Torture! Then—surprise!—she flips me over, and I’m like, “Wot’s this then?!” *eyes pop, arms flail* Not just a massage, nah, it’s *sexual-massage*! Gets the blood pumpin’, if ya catch me drift. *winks, trips again*

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I finally head home, exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and I’m just thinking about how wild today was. Campi-Bisenzio, you’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a day filled with cat pics, soccer balls, and spilled coffee?

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