Warm oil. Cold ice. Heavy weight. His stomach takes everything — slow pressure, deep pushes, temperature shocks, hands that don’t hesitate. Muscles tighten, skin reacts instantly, breath changes the moment the ice melts across his abs and gathers in his navel. Control stays with me from the first touch to the very last second. Tension builds gradually — body against body, heat replacing cold — until restraint finally gives way and the release lands exactly where it was meant to. No acting. Just physical reaction.