Cora Avalon Sexual Massage ❤️

About Tauranga

I’m sitting here, hating life. Sexual-massage isn’t my thing. Too much hippy-dippy nonsense. “Connect with your body,” they say. My body’s connected just fine, thanks. But get this—some places teach it as a legit skill. Classes and everything. Surprised me again. Thought it was just sketchy ads on late-night TV. Nope, certifications exist. Crazy world. Brokeback, though, that’s real emotion. “You know, it could be like this, just like this, always.” Wish massages were that simple. Just two guys, no oils.

Our Tantra Massages:

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Avalon’s main drag, the infamous Main Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and people? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides to play chicken with my car. I swear, that bird had a death wish. I swerved, nearly hit a lamppost on the corner of Tainui Street. Lucky for me, I’m a pro at dodging disaster.

New Skatepark for Avalon Park