Loris starts confident β still, relaxed β but Helenaβs already reading his tells. Fingertips barely graze, but the reactionβs instant π΅βπ«. She doesnβt laugh. She watches. Focused. Every touch calculated, every pause turned into suspense.
Youβll see it shift: the slow build, the loss of control, the way his legs tense just before the next giggle escapes. Helenaβs good at this. Too good. And sheβs not stopping anytime soon.
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