Review Amelia (private masseuse) the worst-kept secret out west.
daok
Veteran
To maintain some semblance of domestic harmony, I rarely see girls more than once (or twice at a stretch However, over the past few years, I’ve made an exception for Amelia, drawn by an undeniable attraction to someone truly captivating.
I’ve followed Amelia from TBB to The Apartment, through a few further locations, until her present domicile in suburban Henderson. Where she offers SENSUAL MASSAGE with lots of extras included, delivered with her trademark passion and intimacy; there is a full service option at the end, which I haven’t indulged in, though I imagine it would be spectacular. (I can only push my luck so far).
By chance, I learned Amelia was working late, allowing me to book a rare slot with this highly sought-after woman. Descending the slightly dubious steps beside the house on a dark, drizzly night, I was once again in the thrall of this Italian goddess. Her piercing, knowing eyes and warm, melodic, vowel-kissed accent never fail to enchant me.
After using the nice modern shower, I’m on the large, no-expense-spared massage table (exactly like those at TBB). As it’s been a while, we catch up on domestic stuff, while Amelia’s hands are expertly kneading away my knots and sense of reality. Amelia is a professionally trained, very experienced masseuse.
Somewhere between talking dance partners and Henderson house prices, Amelia’s practised hands have found their way into the glory hole, and there’s been a call to action. The talking stops, and the anticipation rises as Amelia climbs under the table. I’m in absolute bliss as Amelia takes skilful care of me while giving herself some love, much to my visual delight.
Back on top, the action intensifies, her large breasts are in my face, she’s touching me, I’m touching her, there’s kissing involved… and it all plays out to the punto culminante - possibly for both of us. A tender head-rub completes the epilogo, and It’s time for a shower.
Amelia provides such incredible value that I always tip generously to ease my guilt for feeling like I’m getting more than I deserve, and she accepts it with a casual “you shouldn’t have” shrug.
Until recently, Amelia had been offering $100 FS quickies, which seems a steal, so all you Westie cheap bastards will know her for sure. She’s recently given that up as she was understandably rushed off her feet – so to speak.
Amelia’s sensual massage is out of this world, with full service as an option - cosa stai aspettando?
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