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Hola, amigas, masaje erótico, hmm? Think, I do, about hands sliding, ooh! Sexy it is, tension it melts. “A folk song, alone I am,” Llewyn sings, lost he feels—masaje erótico, lost it ain’t! Touch, slow it goes, skin tingles, yesss. Angry, I got once—dude rushed it, ugh! “Hazlo o no, no hay intento,” said I, chill he didn’t. Little fact, know you not—ancient Egypt, pharaohs got it, spicy oils, wow! Happy, me makes, when candles flicker, mood so hot. Inside Llewyn Davis, cold he wanders, masaje erótico? Warmth it screams! Hands knead, deep they go, secrets unlock. Surprised, I was—friend said, “Toes too?!” Laughed, I did, weird but good. Oil drips, slick it gets, messy fun, heh. “A cat I got, no home,” Llewyn whines—masaje erótico, home it feels! Back rubs? Pfft, basic—erótico hits diff. Ancient Rome, orgies had it, wild, right? Emotional, I get—stress gone, poof! Sarcasm, ha—“Just a massage,” they say, liars! Exaggerate, I will—orgasmic, it’s like, whoa! Thoughts, me head spins—too good, too short. Slang, yo, it’s lit, fr fr. Typos? Yeh, oops—masje, erotc, whatevs. “Sing, I can’t,” Llewyn moans—masaje sings, loud! Do it, chicas, try, you must!

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