Elizabeth Potomac Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

The Real Housewives of Potomac

I admit, occasionally the noise makes me mad – honk, honk, honk! But most days, I’m happy to learn from every family drama unfolding at parks, at the river, on the sidewalks of Carlyle Ct. Every little detail here tells a story. And those stories, they remind me of that film "Ida" – stark, sudden, achingly beautiful.

Bowie Prevails for Coveted Crate Late Model Score Friday at Potomac