A Hand-Job (Silk)

The room was perfect- dimly lit and the roof starred with the tiniest lamps. I lay down.  She came; I was lost in waves of creaminess, light and warmth and just as I felt I was about to glimpse heaven, she said “That’s it, we are done’. Such is the story of my first facial.

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