Esme Shiraoi Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—sexual-massage ain’t your grandma’s back rub. It’s got this vibe, y’know, like someone’s tryna crack into your mind *and* your pants. “The dream is collapsing!”—I’m yellin that in my head while she’s kneadin my shoulders. Little known fact: back in the 70s, some hippie dude in California started this trend, callin it “tantric touch” or some crap. Got busted for it too—cops didn’t buy the “spiritual” excuse. Hilarious! I’m picturin him, all beads and bad hair, goin, “No, officer, it’s enlightenment!” Yeah, right, pal.

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The massage includes intimate arousing touch which gradually intensifies in erotic sensation until reaching a climax if you wish. I will then bring you to a relaxed state with some head massage.

Then I decided to hit up the local market on Shiraoi Street. Man, the smells! Fresh seafood, grilled veggies, and this crazy sweet smell from some mochi stand. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed a couple of those rice cakes, and let me tell ya, they were heavenly. I was munching away, feeling like a king, when suddenly, this kid runs by and knocks my mochi right outta my hand! I was like, “Noooo!” It was like watching a slow-motion disaster. I was mad, but then I saw the kid’s face. He was so sorry, I couldn’t stay mad. Kids, man.

Remains of three Ainu people returned from Britain to Japan