Megan Massena Sexual Massage ❤️

About Chicago

Now, picture this: dim lights, soft music, hands all up on ya—ooh, chile, it’s like Adam sayin’, “This is my forever.” But here’s the sass—some fool tried tellin’ me it’s “just a massage.” Naw, boo! It’s a tease, a slow burn, a “you ain’t ready for this” kinda deal! Got me hollerin’, “Don’t play with me, I’m sensitive!” Funniest thing? Heard some dude fell asleep durin’ one—snored through the sexy part! Wasted good money, halleluyer!

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Great trip for Husband 50th bday. The massage rooms are amazing, no need for piped in music, its all naturally there. Hear the waves crashing, the birds and.

Some spots here are off-the-beaten-path, kinda like when the band hit that perfect gig moment in the film. I love wanderin’ near Miller’s Bridge – it’s hidden and kind of secret, serene for a mid-log, soul-search walk. People here are honest, sometimes blunt, always raw, sayin’ what’s on their minds, even if it makes me mad sometimes (like when someone says “Massena ain’t worth a darn!” – err, they so misjudge it, lol). I always tell ‘em, “You gotta trust the journey!” as that movie line goes, in a George W. Bush kinda way, misquoting and all – “We will fight for freedom, uh, I mean, for your happiness!”

Kenneth R. White, 73, Massena