Cloud 9 Young Massage

Just the essentials were covered here, but overall, it was a respectable experience.

After I completed 50 at the door, MMS walked me into the room, rolled back the curtain, and gave me the order to undress. I lay down and hang all my clothing on the hook when I felt a slight pressure on the small of my back. I look up and find an extremely thin, elderly mt. Nitpicky as hell, but svelte as hell. She greets me and gets right to work. I advise her to push herself to the limit. She begins to press her elbows into me, locating the tender points on my upper and middle back. that lifting-related muscular pain with a delayed onset. I'm groaning, so she laughs, and I encourage her to go as hard as she wants. She gave it her best, and I could hear how hard she was breathing because she was genuinely angry with me. My hamstrings, glutes, back, shoulders, and calves—including their sides—are all affected. She takes some heated stones and oil and begins to work them down my back in a smooth, even pace. She removes the oil with her wipe and disappears through the wall. After a minute, she returns, and I'm still face down. She applies a generous amount of oil to the small of my back before just pushing it down my crack. She puts one hand on my chocolate starfish and begins to rub. She gives me a cue to rise a little by grabbing my hip with the other hand, and I comply. Her left hand is giving my son the business, while her right is rubbing my brown eye. She pauses, then gives me a shoulder tap. She gives a flip motion.

I stopped by Cloud 9 today for the first time in a few years. I scheduled a meeting with Lisa. She's a Chinese GILF, super slim, like Anna from Bamboo, just the way I like them. The house fee is $50 per hour. Curtained rooms.

When I first noticed this location, I chose to deviate from my usual path in order to stop and "smell the roses."