Abigail Foster City Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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I reckon it’s a power trip, yeah? Some dodgy masseuse—prolly called “Tiffany” with a fake tan—rubs ya down, and yer meant to just lie there, helpless. Makes me wanna slap someone. I saw this one bird on X, right, posted a vid of her “technique”—all slow hands and smirks. Made me wanna scream, “Get on with it, ya tart!” But nah, they drag it out, tease ya proper. Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got sexual-massages from slaves. Bet they felt like kings, the pricks. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine some hairy git like Robert Baratheon getting one. He’d fart halfway through, ruin the mood!

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I love cruising down Foster City Parkway—it’s a lifeline that connects every quirky corner of the city. The local park, Leo J. Ryan Park, gives me crazy nostalgic feels. Like, I could sit there for hours watching families picnicking, couples walking dogs, and me just thinking, “This is extermely perfect in a bizarre way.” I once got so excited near the saltwater lagoon that I lost my faverite pen—and yes, that did make me mad for a hot minute.

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