She deserves only the best

"Poppy," you say softly, "would you like to turn over so I can massage your front as well?"

She hesitates for a moment, then nods, her eyes still closed. "Yes, please."

You help her turn onto her back, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of shyness and anticipation. You start with her shoulders, working your way down her arms, taking your time to explore every inch of her. Your hands glide over her chest, her stomach, and her hips, each touch filled with care and tenderness.

Poppy's breathing quickens as your hands move lower, your fingers gently caressing her thighs. You can see the desire in her eyes, and you feel a matching desire building within yourself.

"John," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, "I've never felt like this before."

You smile reassuringly. "Neither have I, Poppy. But I'm glad we're experiencing it together."

Her eyes soften, and she leans into you for a moment. "Thanks, John. That means a lot."

Your hands work carefully over her back, her shoulders, and down to her hips. You make sure to release every tension, kneading her muscles and pressing out the stress. Poppy relaxes more and more, her breathing becoming more even and deeper.

"This is so much better," she murmurs, her voice full of contentment. "I feel so free."

Your hands move back to her hips, gently caressing the firm muscles and letting your fingers brush against the soft skin.

"You're really amazing, Poppy," you whisper, your voice filled with admiration.

She turns her head slightly, looking up at you with a soft smile. "You're pretty amazing too, John. Thank you for this."

Feeling a surge of affection for her, you let your hands continue their gentle exploration. Poppy's body is a marvel of strength and grace, and you can't help but be captivated by her.

As the massage continues, the firelight casts a warm glow over the two of you, creating a cocoon of intimacy and trust. Poppy's eyes close, and her breathing becomes slow and steady. You can tell that she's completely relaxed, her body and mind at ease.

The massage gradually becomes more sensual, your hands moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Poppy's skin is soft and warm under your touch, and you can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her small, delicate hands occasionally brush against yours, adding to the intimacy of the moment.

Poppy's breathing quickens as your hands move lower, your fingers gently caressing her thighs. You can see the desire in her eyes, and you feel a matching desire building within yourself.

She looks at you, and a mischievous smile spreads across her face. "You know, John, I've never felt this way before. Would you... continue?"

You nod, deeply moved by her courage and trust. "Of course, Poppy. I want to make you feel good."

Poppy stands up, and this time there's a new determination in her movements. She begins to remove her remaining clothing, the thin linen shirt and pants, carefully placing them aside. Her muscular yet petite Yordle body is now fully exposed, her blue skin shimmering in the firelight. You can see the strength and grace in every muscle, and the sight takes your breath away.

"I... I want you to see all of me, John," she says quietly, but with clear determination in her voice. "I trust you."

"You are beautiful, Poppy. Thank you for trusting me."

She lies back down on the bed of leaves and blankets you've prepared, and you kneel beside her, your hands beginning to glide gently over her bare skin. Her body responds to your touch, the tension melting away as you explore her with your fingers.

Poppy's breathing becomes deeper and more rhythmic as you continue the massage, your hands moving over her chest, her stomach, and her hips with care and tenderness. Your touch becomes more intimate, exploring her curves and muscles, each caress filled with affection and desire.

Poppy sighs contentedly, her body going limp as she gives in to the sensations. Your hands move back to her hips, gently caressing the firm muscles and letting your fingers brush against the soft skin.

"You're really amazing, Poppy," you whisper, your voice filled with admiration.

She turns her head slightly, looking up at you with a soft smile. "You're pretty amazing too, John. Thank you for this."

Feeling a surge of affection for her, you let your hands continue their gentle exploration. Poppy's body is a marvel of strength and grace, and you can't help but be captivated by her.