Avery Martellago Erotic Massage ❤️

About Turin

Gets me jazzed, how it’s hush-hush but everywhere. Underground parlors, neon signs – sketchy, sexy, whatever. Once heard bout this dude, blind masseur, felt *everything* – gave the best erotic-massage ever. No eyes, just hands – freaky, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ skills beat looks. But pisses me off too – creeps ruin it, makin’ it sleazy. Ain’t bout that! It’s art, dammit – slippery, messy art.

Naked Poetry

My approach to erotic massage is to induce a total overload for the senses. Forget ‘mind blowing’, let’s go one step further. I want to ride the wave of pleasure a little harder with you, tumbling .

Then, I get a surprise. My buddy Luca shows up with gelato! He’s like, “Dude, you look stressed.” I’m like, “You think?” We sit on the steps of the church, and I’m just venting. “Why do people think I’m a magician? I can’t pull money outta thin air!” We laugh, and for a moment, everything feels okay.