Isabelle Zoe@flatheadbeacon.com Erotic Massage ❤️

About San Diego

So, last week, tried it meself - mate’s a masseur, dodgy geezer. Slippery hands, dim lights, I’m half laughin’, half “what the fuck?” He’s kneadin’ me traps, I’m groanin’ - not sexy groanin’, mind ya, more like a creaky door. Then - surprise! He’s whisperin’ some tantric nonsense, “energy flowin’,” and I’m like, “Bruv, just rub the knot out!” Nearly clocked him, but it worked - felt like a king after. “The wind no longer blows,” as the film says – calm, eerie, fuckin’ lush.