Eliza La Cruz Masaje Erótico ❤️

Acerca de Tijuana

Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker’n a pig in mud, and some fella thinkin’ he’s James Franco hollerin’, *“Look at my shit!”* ‘Cept it’s just me, rubbin’ knots outta backs—and maybe more if the vibe’s right! I’ve had clients, sweeties, who’d blush redder’n a Georgia peach, askin’ for “extras.” I’m like, “Honey, this ain’t no back-alley joint!” But truth be told, I get it—folks crave that touch, that *zing*. Ain’t nothin’ new; them ancient Greeks? They was slatherin’ oil on each other, callin’ it “therapeutic.” Ha! Therapeutic my big ol’ behind!

En el Día de la Cruz-Otero