Eliza Chinnor Whore ❤️

About Leicester

Sometimes I’m layin there, thinkin—am I weird? Nah, just human, cravin touch. Gets sloppy, oil everywhere, slippery as fuck—hilarious. Masseuse prolly thinks I’m a nutcase, gruntin like Vader. “This is my past,” Boonmee says. Past aches, present rubs—connects, ya know? Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, it’s intense—knees shakin, soul floatin. Try it, dude, don’t knock it. Sexual-massage—dark, wild, fuckin beautiful. *heavy breathing* I am your father.

Chinnor on a map

Chinnor's hooker dotted down on two occasions in the opening 40 to give his side a lead but Taunton hit back soon after the interval.

After a few hours of madness, I finally finish her dentures. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, she walks in. And let me tell you, she’s not happy. “These don’t fit!” she screams. I’m like, “What do you mean they don’t fit? I just spent hours on these!” But she’s relentless.

Doncaster Knights' clash at Chinnor abandoned after power cut