Emilia Redwood Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Sexual-massage, right? Bloody hell, it’s a slippery topic! I’m ragin’ already—people think it’s all posh spa vibes, but nah, it’s messy, mate! Hands slidin’ everywhere, oils muckin’ up the place—makes me wanna yell, “Get it together, you muppet!” Been around since forever, yeah? Ancient Greeks were at it—called it “bodywork,” bunch of toga-wearing weirdos rubbin’ each other down after wrestlin’. Fact is, it’s not just sexy time—proper ones fix your knackered muscles! Had one meself once, felt like Nemo’s dad screamin’, “I gotta find my son!”—except I was huntin’ for me bloody dignity under them towels!

Welcome to a highly rewarding massage for your body and soul.

But then, outta nowhere, the wind picks up. I’m talkin’ serious gusts. The duck starts wobbling, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the duck!” But it’s too late. The thing lifts off the ground! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who knew a duck could fly?

No. 3 Men's Crew Completes Day Two of Redwood Shores Challenge