The tempo shifts โ slower, like Chris is listening to something under Vikaโs skin ๐ every stroke lingers just a bit longer now, fingers pressing with purpose, trailing heat across every inch they touch ๐ถ๏ธ Vika arches slightly, a quiet pull from her back into Chrisโs hands, no words exchanged, just her body answering in soft reactions ๐ซ the airโs heavier, candlelight dances lower, and Chris stays in total control โ steady, delicate, irresistible ๐โโ๏ธ nothing rushed, just pure connection dripping through each movement like honey on warm skin ๐ฏ