Aria Bakhchysarai Erotic Massage ❤️

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I reckon it’s dead sensual, mate. Gets yer blood pumpin, heart racin – “Sharon, where’s me trousers?!” Makes me happy as a pig in shite, but sometimes angry too! Some dodgy parlors, rip-off merchants, chargin 50 quid fer a quick rub – fumin! Had this one bird, yeah, surprised me good – whispered some tantric nonsense, “Energy flows, mate!” – nearly fell off the table laughin. Timbuktu’s got that line, “The wind carries our sins,” – feels like that when she’s workin me knots out, pure relief!

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