The silence in the room says everything. Max digs deeper now, thumbs pressing low, chasing heat and tension all at once π’ Oksanaβs body arches subtly, no dramatics β just instinct responding to pressure she didnβt know she needed πΆοΈ her back glistens under his grip, fingers sinking and dragging with slow force, like heβs drawing energy out of her spine β³ she doesnβt talk, doesnβt resist β her body stays open to every push, like it trusts him more with every second that passes.