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Sofi lay face down on the plush towel, her breathing slow and deliberate. She felt the warmth of Alex’s hands before they even touched her—the slight breeze of movement, the radiating heat hovering an inch above her skin. This was the game they played. Anticipation.

Alex worked with intention. Not rushed, not mechanical. He used the flat of his thumb to trace the knots that had settled along her spine from a week of bad posture and stress. He poured oil—glistening, warm—into the hollow of her lower back, watching it pool before spreading it in long, sweeping strokes from her ribs to her hips.

The world outside had melted away twenty minutes ago, muted by the soft hum of a space heater and the crackle of a single wick. NFBusty 21 09 24 Sofi Ryan Sensual Couples Mass...

Sofi rolled slowly. The candlelight caught the curve of her chest, the flush spreading across her collarbone. She didn't feel exposed. She felt seen .

A dimly lit room. Candles flicker on the nightstand, casting dancing shadows across the rumpled duvet. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood. Sofi lay face down on the plush towel,

His eyes were dark, focused. Not on a goal, but on her .

"Flip over," he whispered.

When his palms finally made contact, settling firmly on the curve of her shoulders, she exhaled a name into the pillow. Not a word, just a sound. Permission.