Heβs working deeper now β not faster, just heavier, locking into every muscle that still resists π Oksanaβs skin glows under his hands, her shoulders dipping as the pressure intensifies, hips shifting slowly like sheβs trying not to react but failing anyway 𫦠Max doesnβt pause β he moves from one spot to the next with confidence, like her body mapped itself for him β sheβs not giving instructions, sheβs letting go, and itβs visible in every twitch, every breath pulled from her lips π