Abigail Oak Bay Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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So here's the deal, buddy: you stroll past Carson Avenue, breathe in secrets of the past, and you’ll find little pockets where time stopped – just like that movie, "Where is love? Where is it? I got a good love, big love…" I might seem like a chill masseur, but my job lets me feel every vibe, every heartbeat of Oak-Bay.

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