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Tag: touch

Massage ex Machina

Massage ex Machina

Brandon was like a massage Ninja. Smooth moves, silent, but he left an indelible impression. I hadn’t had a massage in a long time. I only had this one because I wanted Tom to get one. I’m too cheap with myself. Oooooh it was great. Oil with lavender. No pounding, but my muscles melted. Limp rag … read more Massage ex Machina

Posted on May 14, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ShelterTags 2000, human, massage, robot, touch
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