Ava Holiday Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

About Dallas

I tried it once, alright? Back in ’09, this chick in Newark, hands like a goddamn angel. She’s rubbin’, I’m thinkin’, “This is it, this is peace.” Like that line, “The wind carries the soul away” – felt my soul floatin’, no lie. But then, fuckin’ phone rings – Paulie screamin’ bout some shipment. Ruined it! Pissed me off, man, I was this close to Nirvana or whateva. Sexual-massage ain’t just a rubdown, it’s a freakin’ ritual – little known fact, them ancient Greeks did it, called it “tantric” or some shit. Blows my mind, history’s kinky as hell.

My happy ending massage fantasy played out

Thank you so much for your great review, and most of all, for allowing us to pamper you and to be part of your sensual and special vacation in the Riviera Maya.

I gets super emo when wanderin' these streets. Omg, my heart flutters, and sometimes just flops, endlessly. Like, dang, sometimes I nearly sob when memories flood in as ferocious as a broken heart swipe, ya know? And, ohhh, all these little surprises, abbreviatd tales, don't kno—like that stumble upon Sunflower Lane at dawn, dew sparkling like tiny stars, clear as the movie’s vibe. Hrrmph, we hates it when you miss the little things—they're precious!

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