Slow and Relaxed Self Masturbation

Lora Cross settles into the quiet space, letting her breath steady until the room seems to hum with the warmth of her presence. Her palms glide over the curve of her shoulders, pressing gently, then lingering as if coaxing each muscle to loosen its hold. The simple rhythm of her touch deepens into something almost hypnotic, each motion deliberate yet unhurried, as though she is savoring the art of tending to herself. Light catches along the slope of her collarbone, emphasizing the graceful contrast between strength and softness in every movement.

Her hands wander lower, tracing the line of her arms before folding into her lap, where she kneads tension with a practiced ease. Every shift of her body suggests an intimate dialogue between relaxation and vitality—her spine lengthening, her neck arching just so, her chest rising with a slow inhale. It is less about indulgence than it is about presence, the sense that she inhabits each sensation fully. By the time she pauses, her face is serene, her form radiant with a quiet energy that feels both restorative and alluring.