Oksana doesnโt hesitate โ her fingers start at his neck, trailing firm lines down Alexโs back with the kind of focus that holds everything still ๐ง her palms sink in deep, drawing out every flicker of resistance from his muscles like she knows exactly where it hides ๐ thereโs no talking, just the weight of her touch and the sound of slow exhale as he lets her guide him into stillness ๐ her movements are steady but not soft โ she owns the space, works the tension out of him like itโs personal ๐ค skin against skin, no rush, just complete presence