Massage and More with Sasha Banks

Mark arrives for another exciting day of work at the WWE Performance Center. It had been a few days since he had his amazing encounter with the red and gold express. He hadn’t had any more massage appointments but he would still get glances from Eva and Mandy when he walked through the PC. When he arrives at his office he looked to see if he had an appointment for the day and he did and it was “The Boss” Sasha Banks. She was coming in for a full physical and the main roster doctors were concerned that she may have a lingering back injury and thought Mark could possibly help her out. So he sat in his office and brushed up on back pain and injuries just so it would be fresh in his mind for when she arrives. He had just finished reading the final page of one of his medical books when he heard a knock on…

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Solo With Jennie Kim

The trouble with being in a successful k-pop band like BLΛƆKPIИK, is the demands it has on its members as it’s a very challenging job leaving little time to unwind, or much less indulge in a relationship. Frankly speaking the girls in the group were just too busy to have private lives, and spent seven days a week perfecting their craft, spending all of their time in the recording studio and working on dance choreography. Everything they did was solely focused on making BLΛƆKPIИK a worldwide sensation. That being said, I had been tasked with accompanying the girls on their first world tour, and in a short amount of time had become pretty intimate with them. In fact it was while spending some time in Australia that Jennie had booked her first consultation with me while the others were out sightseeing and doing press. Up until that point things between us had been pleasant and professional, even if she vowed…

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Alexa Bliss nudes + fan fiction

I had just gotten my license to be an actual massage therapist, and had gotten picked up by a parlor uptown. I was more or less a last minute customer fall-back guy, or the guy to pick up shifts until I had proven myself worthy of a prime shift. It was fifteen minutes to close at the end of my first week when the little bell above the door chimed, alerting me that we had a last minute client. I cursed my luck, because a one hour session now meant I wouldn’t be getting out of here without overtime, and I was salaried. I put on the best game face I could, a bullshit grin on my face as I walked out into the waiting room. “Hi, do you have a…” I stopped mid-sentence because standing at the front desk was five feet of fury, Ms. Alexa Bliss. And holy fuck. She was so much hotter in person. “Hi,” she…

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