[The way he leans into it... Ilsa obliges further by moving her fingertips down, massaging the edges of his ears in the way that she sometimes does her own after a long, long day. It will be firm, her fingers strong, but not too firm that it will hurt. Just enough that he'll feel the muscles in them starting to loosen...
And then, for some reason, she finds herself suddenly asking—]
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And then, for some reason, she finds herself suddenly asking—]
Do you let a lot of people touch them?