Isabella Zefyri Sexual Massage ❤️

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So, picture this: dim lights, weird incense smell—kinda like that creepy “Oldboy” squid scene, “You’re mine now!”—and the masseuse is all pro, slippin’ fingers where you’re like, “Whoa, nelly!” Costs a buttload, tho—$50 for 30 mins? Robbery! Still, my fave part’s when they hit that sweet spot near your thighs—holy crap, tension gone, brain melted! Once heard some perv tried filmin’ it—got busted, dumbass. Total Bart move, eat my shorts, loser! Oh, and pro tip: don’t fart durin’ it—happened to me, nearly died laughin’, she was NOT amused.

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, what? We’re sitting there, half-eaten souvlaki in hand, and the lights just go poof! The owner’s freaking out, and I’m just laughing. I mean, this is Zefyri, right? Nothing’s ever normal here.

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