Avery Kamifukuoka Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, my tasty friend! I’m diving into this sexual-massage thing—like, what’s the deal, right? Picture this: hands slippin’ over skin, all oily and slow, kinda like Mia in *Fish Tank*—you know, “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” all that raw vibe. I’m thinkin’ it’s primal, messy, real—gets the blood pumpin’, yeah? Hannibal Lecter here, by the way—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t far off that intensity. It’s like feastin’ on someone’s soul, but, uh, less bloody—usually.

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Finally, the train rolls in, and I squeeze in. It’s packed! I’m squished between a lady with a giant bag and a dude who smells like he just ran a marathon. I’m trying to breathe, but it’s like a sauna in there. I’m thinking, “This is not what I signed up for.”

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