Kayla Buqei A Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ it—some dimly lit room, oil everywhere, slippery as hell. You’re lyin’ there, like, “Am I relaxed or aroused? Both? Neither?” It’s confusin’! I’d be a wreck—neurotic mess, me, Larry freakin’ David! I’d yell, “Too much pressure! Not enough pressure!” The masseuse’d hate me. But that’s the gig—sexual-massage walks this tightrope, y’know? Little known fact: back in ancient China, they called it “yin-yang touch”—balancin’ energies or whatever. Sounds fancy, but it’s still hands on your junk!

How long the massage will go for?

These Would You Rather questions cover all kinds of taboo scenarios. Yes, many of them are about sex, but the rest are simply intended to gross you out.

But then, BAM! The bull gets back up, and it’s like, “You think you can mess with me?” I’m dodgin’ and weavin’, and I swear my heart’s racin’ faster than a car on Calle de la Velocidad. I finally get my chance, and I stick that banderilla right in. The crowd goes nuts! I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.

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