Sadie Westervoort Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

There’s this trick—prolly not many know—tantric massage, slows it *way* down, builds the heat. Surprised me, man, I was shakin’ like when I miss donut day at work! “This is our life,” Adam says in the movie—yeah, sexual-massage is livin’, baby! I’d exaggerate and say it’s better than beer, but—nah, let’s not get nuts. Still, it’s got that edge, like Eve’s smirk when she’s teasin’ Adam. Sarcasm time: “Oh sure, rub me down, I’m *so* stressed from eatin’ and nappin’.” Ha! Try it, buddy—beats strummin’ alone any day!

Hartstreling

I sip my coffee, and life feels good again. I sit outside, watching the world go by. Westervoort is beautiful, man. The trees on De Laarstraat are turning colors, and the air smells like autumn. I see my neighbor, Mr. van Dijk, walking his dog. He waves, and I wave back. It’s the little things, ya know?

Fig. 2. Dorsal view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...