SpyTug – Scene: Sep 30 2022

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The scent of lavender oil filled the air, a calming balm against the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes, letting the tension melt away with each stroke. Her fingers worked their way down his back, expertly finding and releasing the tight muscles. A low moan escaped his lips, a sound of pure physical release.

He gasped, the pleasure sharp and intense. The world narrowed, focusing solely on the sensation of her hands, the rhythmic pressure, the exquisite torment. He gripped her hair, his fingers digging in, a silent plea for more. Anya responded with a low hum, her movements growing more urgent, mirroring the intensity of his own arousal. The line between mission and pleasure blurred, the boundaries dissolving in a haze of sensation. The night was far from over.