Sienna Manhasset Erotic Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this massage, it’s slippery, oily, like fish in sea, “Just keep swimmin!” they say while rubbin my leg. Little fact – some use hot stone, I try, feel like I’m cookin, but good cookin! I laugh, “This sexy barbecue?!” Lady glare, I shut up quick. Oil smell nice, like flower, not like my goat back home, ugh, stinky memory. I wiggle, she say, “Stay still!” I think, “Borat big man, me no stay still!” but I do, coz it feel amazin.

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40hh, 60 hour, nothing special. Manhasset is fine - you just walk up the steps and nobody notices. Across the street is a park so it's not that busy.

I had a moment where I cracked up at a café on Port Washington Boulevard. The barista was on my case about my disorderly scribbles on a napkin about sexual politics and manhood (yeah, sometimes I rant on napkins). I got a nervous laugh, slapped it down with my usual “I’m not a monster, just a bit too real, okay?” vibe.

Sewer pipe installed on Manhasset’s Plandome Road