Waves lap in the background and wind rustles the palm trees. At full stretch on the massage table she surrenders to the strokes. They soothe her sensitive body. Soon the fingers turn to exploring between her thighs. Then the masseuse becomes more insistent and still more intimate. As the light fades she enters a private world of delight.
This is your passport to pleasure.
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