It starts soft. Helen leans in, barely touching at first — just tracing. Marie’s breath catches a little, but she stays still, like she’s waiting for what’s next. There’s no music, no talking — only the sound of skin brushing skin, soft shifts, long pauses. ⏲️🫀 The focus stays tight, the space between them even tighter. You’ll feel it watching. You’ll wonder what she’s thinking. And you won’t want to blink. 🩶