This is my medicine; a friend for years. Who says you need physical contact to experience a back massage? I just lean back, relax, and let my mind imagine wave after wave of sausage fingers caressing my (imagined) thick, pale, milkshake-flesh.
"A little bit...shaking like a guitar!" Shake my guitar, daddy.
"The vibration causing, eh...technical approach." Oh, baby. Tell it to me in broken English!
"And CUPPING. We do. Like this. By NOISES." I love it when I don't understand you over the fat-slapping of cupped whale blubber!
There's nothing wrong with touching yourself while this video plays. ...and EFFLEURAGE!
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