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His fingers, initially hesitant, began to knead into her shoulders, the muscles taut beneath the silken fabric. He worked his way down her back, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary, a calculated caress that sent shivers down her spine. She let out a soft moan, a sound that was both pleasure and surrender.
He moved to her neck, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of her jawline. He felt the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips, the rapid beat of her pulse against his touch. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting across her ear. “Relax,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.
His hands moved lower, gliding along the curve of her spine, then settling on her hips. He began to massage her, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. He felt the tension in her body slowly melt away, replaced by a growing warmth. He moved his hands to her thighs, kneading the muscles, his fingers exploring the soft curves of her body.
He reached between her legs, his touch tentative at first, then growing more confident. His fingers found their way to her most sensitive point, and he began to stroke her rhythmically, his touch both gentle and firm. Mrs. X arched her back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The massage had become something else entirely. The mission, for the moment, was forgotten.
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