Massage Chair, The Uncontrollable Craving

I think I had fallen sick. Every day, I craved the touch of men.

Unexpectedly, my condition flared up while I was demonstrating a luxury massage chair at work.

I sat on the vibrating chair with my legs parted.

As the intense pulses surged through my body, I bit my lower lip and begged.

“Can you please help me, mister?”

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My name is Libby. Back in college, I started touching myself in secret just to relieve the intense academic stress.

I never expected things to spiral completely out of co