The silence in the room says everything. Max digs deeper now, thumbs pressing low, chasing heat and tension all at once 💢 Oksana’s body arches subtly, no dramatics — just instinct responding to pressure she didn’t know she needed 🌶️ her back glistens under his grip, fingers sinking and dragging with slow force, like he’s drawing energy out of her spine ⏳ she doesn’t talk, doesn’t resist — her body stays open to every push, like it trusts him more with every second that passes.