Elizabeth Greenford Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

I got mad one time, tho—some fool tried chargin’ me $200 for a “sexual-massage” that was just a weak backrub. Bruh, I was heated! I’m like, “Where’s the passion, fam? Where’s the soul?” Shoulda been floatin’ like Jen Yu leapin’ off cliffs, but nah, I felt robbed. Then this chick in Miami—oh man, she flipped the script! Hands so smooth, I’m thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” Had me smilin’ like a kid with candy, swear to God. Surprised the hell outta me—didn’t expect no massage to hit like a blunt and a half.

At Pleasuredrome, we take pride in welcoming over 10,000 guests each month!

This place has a seedy feel for some reason and it's very www.facebook.com receptionist is really friendly but the masseue is rude and I felt self conscious.

When I finally get back, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” But then, I remember I’ve got a deadline for proofreading. So, I crack open my laptop, and guess what? My cat decides it’s the perfect time to sit on my keyboard. I’m like, “Really, Fluffy? Now?”

Getting up to speed on housing