The tempo shifts β slower, like Chris is listening to something under Vikaβs skin π every stroke lingers just a bit longer now, fingers pressing with purpose, trailing heat across every inch they touch πΆοΈ Vika arches slightly, a quiet pull from her back into Chrisβs hands, no words exchanged, just her body answering in soft reactions π« the airβs heavier, candlelight dances lower, and Chris stays in total control β steady, delicate, irresistible πββοΈ nothing rushed, just pure connection dripping through each movement like honey on warm skin π―