He’s working deeper now — not faster, just heavier, locking into every muscle that still resists 🌒 Oksana’s skin glows under his hands, her shoulders dipping as the pressure intensifies, hips shifting slowly like she’s trying not to react but failing anyway 🫦 Max doesn’t pause — he moves from one spot to the next with confidence, like her body mapped itself for him ✋ she’s not giving instructions, she’s letting go, and it’s visible in every twitch, every breath pulled from her lips 🍂