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Come, let me lavish love upon your shoulders to start; thumbs probing for stubborn points of stress, rolling them about, plump grapes of pressure aching to pop. s l o w l y s t r e t c h i n g long ropes of back muscle, langorous luxurient strokes all the way down to cup the flexors around (your parenthetical) hips. you didn't even know you were tight there, did you?
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Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
Your table's ready, ma'am
Come, let me lavish love upon your shoulders to start; thumbs probing for stubborn points of stress, rolling them about, plump grapes of pressure aching to pop. s l o w l y s t r e t c h i n g long ropes of back muscle, langorous luxurient strokes all the way down to cup the flexors around (your parenthetical) hips. you didn't even know you were tight there, did you?
Always at your service, memsahib. 2-2-2011 JMF
joel-m-frye
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Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
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