Maeve Hastings Burdel ❤️

Acerca de Puebla

Now, picture this—I’m layin’ there, right? Masseuse got them magic fingers, slippin’ ‘round my curves, and I’m hollerin’, “¡Aleluyer! Don’t stop, sugar!” It’s like that part in *Her* when he says, “You feel so real,” but honey, this IS real—hot, slippery, and downright scandalous! I was surprised as hell how good it felt—like, who knew a lil’ rub could turn you into a puddle? I’m over here gigglin’ like a fool, thinkin’, “Lord, if this ain’t heaven, it’s damn close!”