Samantha Melbourne Masaje Erótico ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Ciudad de México

Now, masaje sexual—ain’t yer nan’s backrub, nah. It’s all ‘bout them sneaky fingers dancin’ where they shouldn’t, promisin’ “relaxation” but leavin’ ya wound tighter than a Lannister’s purse strings. I’ve seen it, aye—back in King’s Landing, some sly bugger’d offer “special massages” down by Flea Bottom. Little known fact? Them old brothels had secret codes—two knocks, say “oil’s hot,” an’ yer gettin’ more than a shoulder squeeze! Made me laugh, it did—bloke’d stumble out, red-faced, mutterin’ “just a stretch,” like we’re all daft.