Layla Faifley Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, strap in—Hannibal Lecter here, y’know, the classy psycho who’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but today I’m riffin’ on erotic-massage, ‘cause why not? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a politician’s grin, hands slidin’ everywhere—ooh, gets me all tingly just thinkin’ about it. Watched *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami again last night—y’know, my fave flick—those raw chats in the car, real life unravellin’, and I’m thinkin’, erotic-massage is like that: stripped-down, human, messy as hell. “What do you want?” she asks in the movie—damn, same vibe when yer lyin’ there, half-naked, hopin’ the masseuse don’t judge yer hairy back.

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This incredibly erotic massage is a must-try, the sensation of a stunning woman utilizing her naked body to move up and down your front and back is a really.

Then, outta nowhere, the homeowner’s kid runs out, trippin’ over his own feet, and spills juice all over my tools. I’m fumin’! Juice on my chisels? That’s a no-go! I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat in a tutu?”

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