Rebecca Spip.php Burdel ❤️

Acerca de Puebla

I got mad once, some loser rushed it—ruined the vibe, total disaster. “We tell ourselves stories,” Polley says—damn right! I tell myself, this is art, not some quick grope. You glide hands slow, neck to toes—erótico, baby! Surprised me how it’s therapy too—stress gone, poof, like magic. Little fact: Japan’s got nude masaje joints—wild, totally wild! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d make it huuuuge, the best experience.