Private

Every stroke, every fingertip grazing your skin, builds the kind of anticipation that sends shivers across your body. He reads your breath, your curves, your silence — knowing exactly when to tease, when to press, and when to explore deeper. This isn’t just a massage. It’s a slow unraveling of tension, of restraint, of every buried desire. Fingers that don’t just touch — they speak. They awaken. And before long, your breath catches, your body arches, and release washes over you like a tide you never saw coming. This is more than pleasure.