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Dirty thirty

No funny plans
I insist
I just want a series of massages
And orgasms for my birthday

I gatchu
He replies
*Smooch*

The mood is just perfect
Ambience heavenly
Drink up
He urges

Love how in charge
He can get
Yet very soft spoken
Gentle but firm
Speaking of firm....

Take off your clothes
Put your earphones on
And lie on the bed ass up
He commands

His hands on my super oily body
That sweet tipsy feeling
My favorite songs on full volume
Euphoric was an understatement

And then
They found just the place
I wanted them to
Up and down
In and out
Until I couldn't
Hold it in anymore

Explosion...

We are just getting started
He teases...
As he handed me more whiskey