Sarah Portrush Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Hey, pal, so… sexual-massage, huh? What’s the deal with that? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like, slow down, what’s it *really* about? You ever tried it? Me, I’m curious, y’know, like a kid pokin’ a weird bug. I’m Larry freakin’ King, and I wanna know—does it rust ya up or keep ya shiny? Kinda like me bein’ an anticorrosion agent, ha! Gotta protect them pipes, right? Sexual-massage—it’s this slippery thing, part rubdown, part somethin’… naughty? I dunno, makes me squirm a lil, but I’m into it—in my head, anyway.

Nobody is coming soon

I toss the ball back, and they cheer. I’m feeling like a hero for a sec, until one of the kids runs over and asks if I can help them build a castle. I’m like, “Me? Build a sandcastle? I’m a clergyman, not a sand architect!” But I can’t say no to those little faces. So, I end up on my knees, building this epic sandcastle. It’s got towers, a moat, the works. I’m sweating like a sinner in church, but it’s worth it.

Canadian qualifies for Royal Portrush at Bay Hill