A redditor came by for a long soothing massage. My hands worked in silence at first. Neck, shoulders, thighs. But then... her breath changed. A tremble with every stroke. A gasp each time I pressed deeper. Her moans rising like heat off skin. Then her hand. Bold. Tight. Gripping me through my pants as my fingers found her center. Wet. Wanting. Alive. I whispered low. She trembled higher. Her hips lifted, her moans turned pleading. And there, on the table, under my touch—she came. Fully. Hard. Beautifully undone. You can hear it. Both of us. The rhythm. The breath. The moment. I didn’t plan to take her there... but I never let anyone fall alone.