Lights down low โ just a hint of glow along Elizโs hands as they move across his back ๐. No music. Just breath, the soft drag of palms, and the creak of the table beneath him. Loris doesnโt talk. He barely moves. But the way his shoulder blades shift under her touch, the way his fingers flex when she finds the right spot โ yeah, you feel it too ๐ง. Eliz never rushes. She circles tension like a predator โ slow, patient, deliberate. Youโre not just watching a massage. Youโre watching power exchanged without a word.
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