Mila Gorey Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

About Galway

So, sexual-massage—bit of oil, dim lights, proper naughty but relaxin’. Not just a quick fumble, nah, it’s *ars gratia artis*—art for art’s sake, yeah? Little factoid for ya—back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got oiled up by slaves, full-on erotic vibes, called it “massage with benefits” in me head. Surprised me, that—thought it was all modern spa bollocks, but nope, history’s filthy! Gets me blood pumpin’, thinkin’ of some lass—or lad, no judgement—workin’ me knots out, tractor seat’s a killer on the back, lemme tell ya.

Red Light Therapy

I take a break, and we head down to the harbor. The vibe is electric! There’s this band playing, and people are dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m feelin’ it, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “This is the best day ever!” I shout.

Discovery of a Woman’s body, Gorey