The ART of edging during an Erotic Massage
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As a skilled erotic masseuse, I’ve perfected the art of edging, slow teasing, and long, deliberate strokes - an experience designed to leave you breathless and craving more. And what better way to embark on this intoxicating journey than on my custom milking table, created solely for your pleasure?
Picture yourself lying there, enveloped in velvety darkness, your senses heightened by the anticipation in the air. The soft glow of candlelight casts shadows as I approach, my curves accentuated in the dim light. My hands begin their work, kneading your tense muscles, lulling you into a state of deep relaxation - while simultaneously stoking the fire that burns just beneath the surface.
My fingertips glide over your skin, tracing every contour, igniting nerve endings you didn’t even know existed. I take my time, building the tension with slow, deliberate strokes—bringing you right to the edge, only to pull you back, keeping you teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
Your body trembles, every touch intensifying the ache, the longing. My lips ghost over sensitive spots, my hands expertly teasing, drawing out pleasure in deliciously torturous waves. You want release, but I hold you there, suspended in pleasure’s sweet agony, making you beg for more.
And when I finally allow you to surrender - when I push you past that final threshold—the pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, leaving you utterly spent, completely satisfied, and yet… already desperate for our next encounter.
Are you ready to indulge?
Talk soon? bookings@averyfires.com
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