GCAVixens: Four Hands Are Better Than Two

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Whitney Wright, Spencer Bradley, Codey Steele Pic(s)

A symphony of touch unfolded as two pairs of palms charted a course over feverish skin, one set cool and deliberate while the other was warm and seeking. Fingertips, like skilled cartographers, traced the delicate ridges of a spine, mapping a path of shivers that arched the body in a silent, pleading bow. Another hand, calloused yet infinitely gentle, cupped the curve of a shoulder, its thumb stroking a slow, hypnotic rhythm into the yielding flesh. A second pair of fingers, slick with anticipation, brushed agat a sensitive nipple, causing a gasp to catch in a throat already thick with desire. The air grew heavy with the scent of salt and arousal as these separate explorations began to merge into a single, overwhelming sensation. A mouth found a pulse point on the neck, its hot, wet pressure a counterpoint to the wandering caresses that now slid lower. Kneads along tense thighs were answered by light scratches across a stomach, each touch communicating a wordless, urgent language. It was an exquisite overload, a cascade of pleasure from too many sources to track, leaving the mind blissfully blank. Surrender was complete, lost in the impossible, wonderful geometry of being utterly surrounded and cherished by this quartet of devoted artists.