You’re sitting there, wondering why you wasted time shaving your legs and straightening your hair for this guy. He wasn’t exactly honest—lied about his height, maybe his age, too. You were willing to roll with it, but instead of flirting, he spent the night showing off his car and scrolling through Call of Duty memes.
Yeah, that’s rough. But I’ve got a better way to end your night.
Come over, let me take care of you. I’ll be the guy who tells you how incredible you look in that dress. I’ll load you a bowl, pour you a glass of wine, or brew you the perfect cup of coffee. Need a massage? I’ve got hands made for it—shoulders, feet, whatever you need. Vent about your date, your job, your family, or just let me make you laugh with dumb jokes. We can even dive into your favorite Bravo show or true crime podcast.
Or… I can keep my mouth shut and make you forget all of it in a way that words won’t do justice. I’ll leave you breathless with some of the best head you’ve ever had—so good, you’ll forget the dud, your boss, or whatever stress you’re carrying. All that tension? Gone, wave after wave of pleasure until there’s nothing left to worry about.
Come over. Let me show you what it’s like to be really taken care of. I’ve got a spot at my place in Hollywood—tall, over six feet, broad chest, strong hands, blonde hair, and baby blues. I’m ready when you are. Tonight, tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to relax… for real.
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