GCAVixens: Massage with Mackenzie Mace

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Mackenzie Mace, Tyler Steel Pic(s)

The warm, fragrant oil pooled in the small of her back, a liquid sunbeam agat her skin as his palms, broad and knowing, began their slow, deliberate journey. They glided up the tense landscape of her shoulders, pressing with a firm, patient weight that coaxed the very breath from her lungs. His thumbs found the tight knots along her spine, circling with a hypnotic rhythm that promised dissolution. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped her lips as his fingers traced the delicate wings of her shoulder blades, each stroke a whisper agat her awakening nerves. He worked in silence, the only sounds the gentle slide of skin on skin and the distant, rhythmic cadence of their shared breathing. The heat from his hands seemed to seep deep into her muscles, melting away the armor of the day, leaving only a pliable, receptive warmth in its wake. His touch drifted lower, following the graceful curve of her waist, each movement an unspoken question that her body answered with a deepening sense of surrender. The air grew thick with the scent of sandalwood and the electric anticipation of something yet to come. In that suspended moment, she was nothing but sensation, a map of pleasure being slowly, expertly explored by a guide who knew every secret path.