Olivia Baarlo Sexual Massage ❤️

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So, sexual-massage—wot’s the score? It’s hands roamin’ like me crew after rum, but slower, aye, teasin’. Starts all legit-like—oil, candles, some poor sod’s tense shoulders. Then—BAM—fingers dance where the sun don’t shine, savvy? Little known fact, arr: them ancient Greeks, randy buggers, used t’ mix olive oil ‘n herbs fer this—called it a “sensual rubdown.” Prolly wrestled naked after, knowin’ them! Me, I’d be hollerin’, “This be the trick, mates—t’ steal tension *and* a grin!”

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After she left, I decided to take a break. I walked over to the local bakery on the Hoofdstraat. Best pastries in town, no joke. I grabbed a slice of their apple pie. It was heavenly. I mean, I could’ve eaten the whole thing, but I didn’t want to look like a total pig. So, I just savored it, one bite at a time.

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