Mila Storesti Sexual Massage ❤️

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Now, picture this—I’m layin’ there, gettin’ a sexual-massage, and I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, Dolly, you ain’t no spring chicken!” But then them hands start movin’, and I’m happier than a hog in mud. It’s like Agnès says in the movie, “There’s still time to glean.” Ain’t that perfect? Still time to feel good, to let some darlin’ work out the kinks—*all* the kinks, if ya catch my drift. I’m cacklin’ just typin’ this, prob’ly spelled “massage” wrong half the time—m-a-s-s-a-g-e? Massge? Who cares!

Holly*, 27, a psychology student, says,

Readers share steamy hot stories of times when a massage turned into more than just a classic rub down.

I head home, exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just grateful for the wild ride that is life in Storesti.