Thrilling fake-ass massage: There’s no paradise for tiny booties. ♕

Admiring women close and far.

You know what I consider ugly? Looking in the mirror and seeing a stick figure looking back at me. Consequently, all my life, I’ve admired curvy, sexy women. Natural curves are what drive men crazy alongside a thrilling fake-ass massage. Evidently, forcing them to take control and unleash their inner alphas. I love it when a man takes hold of my hips, thighs, and tits, and drives me into foreign positions that drive me wild. I love the way a woman’s feminine body sits in a bikini, hugging every curve and crevice. Furthermore, I’m a firm believer that a woman’s behind should knock a dude out when she turns around.

The marvels of a thrilling fake-ass massage.

However, all this admiration stems from the lack of ass that is sadly part of my derriere. See, when I turn around, most men confuse me with thin sandpaper. They can’t separate the distance of my ass from my back. I wish I could just give them a thrilling fake-ass massage! One that feels like a female dominatrix’s co-op to control men at their core! Ok, you’ve caught me. I’m over exaggerating. I mean, come on, I’m a Latina for crying out loud. Curves are what I got. What I don’t have are two massive basketballs for an ass. For years, this has upset me in all sorts of events that involve stripping down and showing what I’ve “got”.

Several years ago, I decided to begin stripping. Finally, I was able to buy the fat, plump ass that I wanted so badly. It intends to give a money-draining, thrilling fake-ass massage to any man who is willing to pay. I’ve shifted from the low-club, cigarette-smelling, vomit-covered bathroom clubs into a high elite position as an escort. Let me tell you, money rains for me every night and weekend. You could call me a hustler and a very hard worker. My ass? Well, it’s an investment in myself to uphold the standards of curviness that I expect all women to have. Baby, we’re all supposed to be “knockouts!” Excuse me, another client is on his way.

Steven is my number one thrilling fake-ass massage client!

Steven is here! Oh, how I love Steven! He’s so sweet to me! In addition, he buys me everything I need, from money to shoes to diamond rings. The world is mine when he hands it over to me. Fuck, I love his dick! It’s like one of those “homey” dicks. Do you know what I mean? Like, a familiar cock.. my pussy just opens up wide like a hungry, horny whore and swallows it up whole. Evidently, he takes my thrilling fake-ass massage seriously. He brings all the works, hot body oil, anal plugs, foot-long dildos, everything!

He’s the only man who knows how to fuck me into oblivion. For example, the other night, he took me into the kitchen. Tonight, he wants to fuck me on the stairs. Then, he requested to go into the bubbling jacuzzi where I can give him a thrilling fake-ass massage until he breeds my asshole. I love it when he creampies my ass and I get to watch it all ooze out. But, I think above it all, I love the way he and all of my sexy, sweet clients worship my thrilling fake-ass massage now and the investment it has become! Got to go! Steven is waiting!

Would you like a ride on my humps too?!